The Joys of Augusta – Why we all love a day at the Masters

Augusta National Golf Club – Watercolor by Dave Baysden

Today’s world moves fast and at times it seems as if there are no boundaries left in our society. We are expected to always be available and never make a false step. Somehow our species has managed to turn the human condition into a constant pressure cooker. Yet, in golf, there remains one place the world is yet to swallow up. The Augusta National Golf Club offers a select few of our global population the opportunity to remember what life is like when you put all of those worries to the side. Each Spring, when the Masters returns to our calendar, those who hold tickets to the club’s signature event are treated to an invitation to experience something that has been largely lost in our time: a full and complete retreat.

Augusta National may be the last bastion of civilization to hold out from the demands of modern life. The members there still hold tradition close to their hearts and expect patrons of their Masters tournament to abide by rules that may seem archaic but are actually a joy to participate in. The tournament and the club operate under the expectations set out by their founder, Bob Jones. Even in our modern times, they stand firm. No cell phones, no yelling, no running. Respect the property and space of others. Remember where you are and observe the world as we have prepared it for you to enjoy. Relish in your detachment.

That was the aim of Bob Jones when he set out to create what has become the world’s most famous golf club. In Jones’ retirement from golf, his celebrity often kept him from the quiet life he enjoyed. At Augusta National, he established a place where he and others like him could find the life they so desired. With the Masters, Jones opened his paradise to the world for a few days each year and thankfully it still serves as a chance for many of us to discover his original intent.

A day at the Masters is the best vacation on earth. It is the only experience imaginable where everyone you know will accept the idea that you are unreachable for a day. The phrase “out of pocket” comes to mind and in the case of Augusta requires a literal translation. There are no phones allowed on the property and somehow everyone survives. The world keeps turning even if at a slightly slower pace.

With no screen to block your view, the sites and sounds of the natural world return to caress your senses. If with friends, you notice little things about them that you had forgotten while buried in an email or lost in a twitter feed. It’s fun to have a conversation and see the ways in which people smile when forced to remove themselves from their worries for a day. The colors are brighter, the bird songs are more decipherable, and the details of the world around you come back into focus.

The joys of Augusta go beyond just a lack of devices and distraction as the refined simplicity of the place is always a treat to participate in. There is an appreciation for an old world there. It feels like going to your grandmother’s house where egg salad and pimento cheese are always in the fridge and the living room is without a television. Many a politician and salesmen has found success by harkening back to older and more golden days in their speeches and pitches, but only at Augusta National can you actually live in that mostly imaginary world for a time. The menu goes beyond simple sandwiches though as politeness, manners, and decency are all served daily. There is an order to it all that has largely gone the way of the dodo bird, but somehow at Augusta has been kept alive.

The club that hosts this simulation-like experience is not without its shortcomings, but even as they evolve over time their most treasured traditions still resonate. It is as Bob Jones declared it should be. His spirit still lives on in the event and at the club he founded. We can all still be ladies and gentlemen there and despite an unforgiving world around us we are allowed to find our better angles on those most desirable of grounds.

Standing in a sea of green, your blood pressure plummets.  A day spent at the greatest garden party on earth is a much-needed reprieve from the burdens we have placed upon ourselves. Spouses, children, jobs, bills, projects, bosses, parents, and problems all seem to fade away for a few hours. Perhaps we store them in our glovebox next to the phone before walking in. With each step closer to the gates of Augusta National the issues we confront each day slip further from view and more out of mind. When your feet hit the ryegrass carpet you are transported and transfixed.

At the Masters, the golf course will always be the star of the show, but the seclusion of the host club and its tranquil setting is one of the most attractive attributes of the event. That is not always apparent upon the first visit. Like many of life’s finest discoveries, the most impressive points of a day at Augusta National are only derived through multiple trips to the same familiar place. Once the initial glow of the grounds wears off, it is the remoteness in which you can find there that shines through.

The members of Augusta National are among the most successful and accomplished leaders in the world. They are no strangers to stress. Therein lies the beauty of their club and of their tournament. The rules set in place by Bob Jones are meant to offer both the members of his club and the patrons of his tournament a place to put their troubles away. There is no way Bob Jones could have ever predicted what the world would be like today, but somehow his rules for Augusta National and the Masters have found a way to grow in importance over time. He founded the club as a place to be with friends and to find the joys of isolation and although his tournament welcomes thousands of patrons each year, it still serves as the retreat he envisioned.

A ticket to the Masters is a coveted possession. There are many reasons for which they are hard to obtain, but the true demand goes far beyond the golf. To have your hands on a Masters badge is to hold a right of passage to an escape of the rarest variety. Like most of the items for sale at the Masters, the peacefulness of Augusta National is drastically underpriced. In that special place, we are permitted, even if just for the day, to retreat.