The big story around my town this week is that Spring has sprung a little too soon this year. (No, for real: It was on the front page of our newspaper this week.) Everything is in full bloom, from azaleas to tulips to dogwood trees. And, it’s beautiful, it really is. But for the city of Augusta, it’s just a tad early.
That tournament hasn’t arrived yet. But, never fear. If you’re the Augusta National, no biggie. You just throw some ice on those suckers and make your own Spring. Nope, I’m not joking.
It’s so amusing to be a resident of this wonderful city and see how it changes for one week out of the year. We go out of our way to make sure that the people who come to experience the greatest tradition in golf are not disappointed. During Masters week, everything is first class, every person is polite, every restaurant and bar is packed…even the strip joints are packed with patrons. (They even bring in prettier girls for Masters Week. I hear the pimps do, too, but I digress.)
For one week out of the year, Augusta, Georgia, gets a whole lot of attention. (And a whole lot of positive economic impact!) Sure, us locals will be glad when things return to business as usual, but don’t let our complaining fool you. We love our city, we love our tournament, and we love that everyone else loves it, too.
This time of year, I bet ole Bobby is in heaven grinning from ear to ear.
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