Masters 2011

This year we got our act together and actually managed to get tickets to the Masters at the Augusta National. So today we drove up to Augusta early in the morning.

The landscape and the course is way more beautiful than CBS and ESPN could ever possibly manage to get on our TVs at home. To the point that when we got there and started walking the course (we walked pretty much the whole course... we must have walked about 4.5 miles...) I dared Norm to touch the grass to see if it was real - everything in me believed the "grass" to be AstroTurf... it was so perfectly real!

Please disregard the guys to the right - I would crop them, but the only problem is if I were to crop them I would also end up cropping "MASTERS" and that defeats the purpose of the picture:

 We saw some golfers - nobody really we knew, or famous. Just some regular Masters players:

Palm tree - yes, that's a palm tree at the National

6th Hole. Azaleas were breathtaking:

6th Hole. So were the dogwoods:

That's the clubhouse in the background:

The lawn right behind the clubhouse was set with pretty green and white umbrellas- people were actually eating there! And they were eating at the clubhouse! Everything was so classy and perfect:

Amen Corner:

Concessions were so ridiculously cheap. In case you can't figure out the writing, sandwiches ranged from $1.50 to $2.50. Domestic beer? $3.00. And in case you wanted to go fancy and drink import: $3.75.

Bobby Jones sundial:

On our way in we had heard on the radio that golfer Bubba Watson was going to be at Best Buy later on in the afternoon. Well everything worked out perfectly and we were able to see him there. So he autographed our yellow Masters 2011 Banner!

What an awesome day! The weather was beautiful and the scenery remarkable. Time to put our feet up!

I somehow have forgotten to mention that as we were crossing the 15th hole, we inadvertently stopped dead in the center of the fairway as we looked at our course map to decide which way we had to go to move on to the 16th hole (it felt like we were at the theme park). Next thing we knew we heard a whispering scream "SIR! SIR! you have to move!". So realizing that the crowd had already cleared around us and the workers were waiting on us to get out of the golfer's way, I start running and immediately I hear that whispering scream: "please don't run!" followed by hand gestures indicating for us to slow down. Embarrassing.