Undoubtedly my favorite tournament of the year is The Masters. It has traditions like none other: the par three contest; the annual dinner with the menu being chosen by the prior year's champion, and, of course, the green jacket.
My favorite memory is from 1960. I was 10 years old at the time and just starting to golf. It was the week before Easter and there was a lot of excitement about the Masters Golf Tournament. I had heard about this professional golfer from Western Pennsylvania who had already won four golf tournaments that year. His name: Arnold Palmer.
As our family watched the broadcast, we waited with anticipation to see Arnie. Remember, back in those days TV would pick up the golfers at the 15th hole. Arnie was one shot back when he made a long 30 foot putt on 17 to tie Ken Venturi for the lead. Then Mr. Palmer hit his approach to 6 feet on 18. After watching Billy Casper, a notoriously good putter, miss his 6 foot birdie putt, we held our breath in quiet anticipation. But, never fear, Arnie made his putt and I had a new hero. Arnie then won three more tournaments that year, including the U.S. Open, for a total of 8 tournament wins. Not only was he a winner, but he was gracious and a swashbucker, to boot.
I have watched every Masters since then, even to the extent of upsetting my wife on Easter Sunday when that was the final day of the tournament, and she wanted me to hide Easter eggs in the yard. (It must be noted that I did hide the eggs, but quickly returned to the TV to watch the broadcast.)
Now, would anyone else be willing to share their favorite moment from the Masters?