The most serious concerns I have about the Masters is the venue itself. This past Monday at work I went on Google Earth and did a little satellite tour of Augusta National's real property up close and personal. Now since I've never been to Augusta, Georgia, I did not realize that the club is surrounded by the typical low value mixed use crap commercial real estate typical in much of middle America and third world countries. The club itself is an oasis in a desert of depressing low rent Americana. And Magnolia Drive that is the fabled tree-line entry boulevard is just an asphalt driveway that measure about 250 feet. You never see all the pre-fab corrugated metal sided and roofed utility buildings populating the perimeter of the property.
Now what REALLY bothers me is the cloud of death hovering over the property. Think about all those hours you watched The Masters and gazed longingly at those lovely ponds on 11, 13, 15 and 16. Now try to recall ever seeing any movement in those waters. You'd think there would be at least a few large-mouths leaping for spring insects hovering over the water. I bet the Swells who own and populate the club dictated years ago that no fish, reptiles or amphibians would ever dirty up the telecasts or disturb the participants. I bet those ponds are filled with poison. Say it ain't so, Hootie.