If you are a golf fan, there isn't a better week. Nope. Nada. No chance. Unless your great great grandfather was Old Tom Morris himself, or your uncle was buried under the bunker on 17 at Sawgrass, Augusta National is the host of the best tournament of the year.
The reasons are obvious.
-- It is the first major of the year, giving us a chance to see all the best players in the world together in the first SUPER MEANINGFUL event of the season.
-- It is the only major championship played on the same course, allowing players that like Augusta National (Tiger Woods, Jack Nicklaus) to thrive while others that hated it (Lee Trevino) were stuck in a bad spot.
-- It has more tradition than any sporting event out there. More than a Game 7 at Feenway ... more than Sunday at Wimbledon ... more than horses streaking down the final stretch at the Kentucky Derby. Mostly because of Augusta's policy against leaking information, the only time we get to see or hear about Augusta is the four days golfers on out on the course.
-- It is absolutely beautiful. Nothing defines beauty more than a brisk Saturday of Masters week, when the azaleas are blasting colors out like Van Gogh painting.
All week we will be bringing you the best Masters ever, but today we are starting with the best ever, and my favorite by a mile. The year was 1986, Jack Nicklaus was 46, and he hadn't won a PGA Tour event in nearly two years. His last major was in 1980, and Jack was basically the old star without much of a chance of winning. That was, until a magical Sunday opened the door for Jack, who shot 65 on Sunday to claim his sixth green jacket. The putts that dropped were the reason Augusta is so magical, and the way he cruised through the back nine made goosebumps produce goosebumps.
Here is video. What is your favorite Masters?
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