I heard an interesting line the other day: That Augusta National is America’s Home Course.
Most of us will never play there, but thanks to The Masters, Augusta National is the course that is indelibly burned into our collective consciousness. When your average guy dreams of a golf course, it’s one with azaleas and dogwood and towering pines lining the fairways. It’s the Amen Corner and the Hogan Bridge. Every brook we encounter is Rae’s Creek; every driveway is Magnolia Lane.
My home course is a classic track that dates to 1899. It’s beautiful and challenging. But it’s still Augusta I dream of.