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The day I played Augusta National

Augusta National Golf Club
August National at first light. Credit: The Masters

I’d read and re-read what was in front of me but I was still struggling to muster a reaction – words failed me.

I looked back down at the piece of paper again: it had my name on it, the date and the iconic logo of Augusta National Golf Club. But it was what was written below that I was struggling to grasp: “Arrival Time: 9.40am. Tee Time: 10.40am. Please present this card at the Main Gate to gain entrance to the Club grounds.”

There it was in black and white: an invitation to play Augusta National Golf Club. The man who’d presented it to me was still standing there, arm outstretched. “Congratulations, you’re playing Augusta National tomorrow.” I shook his hand, but still no words. 

 

Jamie Gavin stands in Founders Circle at Augusta National Golf Club
Jamie Gavin stands in Founders Circle at Augusta National Golf Club

AUGUSTA NATIONAL: SHOCK & AWE

What followed? A million thoughts, a thousand questions. “I haven’t got any clubs, what about my flight back tomorrow? I haven’t hit balls for a couple of weeks, what about my putter? I won’t have my putter. What about a glove? Balls? How on earth am I going to sleep?”

A few phone calls later I’d managed to hire a set of clubs from a local golf shop, rebook a flight 24 hours later, book a cheap hotel in Augusta for an extra night, hire a car to drive to the airport afterwards and ring my regular golfing partner Jef back at Didsbury Golf Club to tell him the unfathomable news. 

THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE

It was still real – it hadn’t been a dream. 

After an early night and much anguish about what awaited me the following day (The first tee shot… Amen Corner… what would I shoot?) I’d managed to doze off but it was still early and I was wide awake. Across the room my suitcase for the journey home was packed and my golf outfit for the day, carefully selected, was laid out perfectly on the cream carpet complete with my trusty lucky red Titleist hat that had faded to pink through over-use.

My invitation sat next to it – I hadn’t let it out of my sight since my moment of speechlessness the previous day. So it was, definitely, still happening. Today was the day I was going to play Augusta Nationa, the holes I had watched as a child. Today was the day I would walk those fairways, attempt to play some of those iconic shots.

Augusta National Golf Club, Magnolia Drive
The view along Magnolia Drive towards Augusta’s famous clubhouse.

ADVICE ON AUGUSTA NATIONAL GOLF CLUB

BBC golf commentator Ken Brown had given me some sound words of advice the previous evening, my very own piece of Ken on the Course gold. “It’s really a second shot golf course so if you miss a green, make sure you miss in the right place, because there’s some places you can’t get up and down from out there. Enjoy it… good luck.”

A taxi arrived just after 8am. First, we would have to go to the golf shop on the edge of town, where I quickly selected some rental clubs, bought a glove, some balls, tees, and a pitch mark repairer – and left my entire suitcase containing all my worldly possessions as collateral. “I’ll be back this afternoon, thanks so much, you don’t know how grateful I am,” I said to the owner, who’d opened up his entire shop an hour early in order to cater to my urgent golfing needs – the desperation in my voice on the phone the day before must have been palpable.

9AM AT AUGUSTA NATIONAL GOLF CLUB 

“Don’t arrive at the course early,” someone had told me. “They won’t let you in until the time on your invitation.” So, we sat and we waited. The taxi driver and I, watching the clock in the front of his cab tick over in a supermarket car park just off Washington Road in Augusta, after making the short journey from the golf shop. 9:30… 9:31… 9:32… small talk had long since subsided. “I’ve never driven down Magnolia Lane before” he said. “In all my years working in Augusta, never been there.”

He was excited too. But it couldn’t have been anything compared to the giant knot in my stomach which had been growing all morning. 9:35… 9:36… “I think we’re probably all right now.” He wound down the window and showed the security guards my invitation. A quick check of the list, a nod of the head and we were in.

Augusta National Golf Club
The 1st tee at Augusta

THE MAGIC OF MAGNOLIA LANE 

As we drove down Magnolia Lane towards Founders Circle, I tried to take in as much as I could. Very few things in life that are hyped up ahead of time, actually live up to their billing but this was, actually, magical. It would become a theme for the day. “Mr Gavin, feel free to change in the Champions Locker Room upstairs. Breakfast will be served through there, and your caddy will meet you on the range with your clubs when you’re ready to head out.”

Other players, mostly members of the media, had a similar look of bemusement as the one that must have been etched on my face as we changed our shoes next to a glass cabinet in which a Green Jacket hung impeccably. I had been allocated Phil Mickelson‘s locker for the day, where I placed my shoes before heading down to meet my playing partners. We introduced ourselves over breakfast in the clubhouse of Augusta National Golf Club, looking out onto the 1st tee, where we would, in less than an hour from now, be hitting actual golf shots on the actual Augusta golf course.

AUGUSTA NATIONAL: THE EXPERIENCE

The incredible breakfast spread was worthy of multiple visits, but there was only time for one. To the range next – where a perfect pyramid of Pro V1s awaited, along with my legendary local caddie. “What’s your handicap?” he asked, introducing himself. “Four,” I replied. “We’re gonna have some fun today,” he declared, decked out in the famous pristine white boiler suit worn by all caddies in the Masters Tournament, which had finished a matter of hours earlier. Now it was my turn.

The grandstands, leaderboards and Sunday pins all remained in place from the day before. We would play from the members tees, a significant distance forward from the Tournament tees used by the professionals who had battled it out in near-perfect conditions over the previous four days. Twenty minutes on the range was followed by a ‘quick’ putt – ‘quick’ being the operative word – my first two efforts embarrassingly de-greened with my new putter for the day – good start. I had often wondered while watching the Masters what a four-handicapper might shoot round Augusta under tournament conditions and now I was about to find out. The time had finally arrived – the man who had handed me the envelope the day before was there again to announce us onto the tee, less than 24 hours after he’d delivered what felt like the most exciting news of my life.

10:40AM @ AUGUSTA NATIONAL GOLF CLUB

Like much of the Bobby Jones and Dr Alister MacKenzie layout, the 1st at Augusta has a generous landing area to the left of a bunker which sits on the corner of a slight dog-leg right. Just as I’d seen Jordan Spieth do the day before, I took driver out of my bag, teed my ball up on the pristine teeing area (yes, everything is perfect) and went through my pre-shot routine in front of my playing partners and their caddies – it felt like the whole world was watching. It felt like everything I had ever done in my life had led me to this moment.

12th green at Augusta National Golf Club
The view back towards the 11th from the 12th green at Augusta

1st TEE NERVES AT AUGUSTA NATIONAL

My hands were shaking but that was just the tip of the iceberg of what was going on beneath the surface. “Relax” I told myself. The advice was futile. I’d already reached a level of nervousness far greater than I knew how to control. This was it. Hands shaking a little more, I stood over the ball and somehow managed to draw the club back. Before I could breathe out, I was holding my finish pose having, I was sure of it, connected with the golf ball. I watched as the little white dot in the perfect springtime Georgia blue sky sailed towards the bunker I had aimed away from on the right. Towards the bunker…towards the bunker… and over it!

Ok, keep going. After a wayward drive on the par-5 2nd, I made it into the left greenside bunker for three and took aim at the flag from the sand. “Stop,” said my caddie. “Aim 15 yards left of where you’re aiming and you won’t be far off.” “But the hole’s over there?!” I thought. Turning my body away from the pin, I aimed 15 yards left my original target. My club slid underneath the sand with a little thud, and the ball landed a couple of yards onto the putting surface before beginning to roll down the contours. And roll… and roll… and roll. It was now on almost the exact path of Louis Oosthuizen’s albatross in 2012. It’s going in! It stopped a matter of inches short of the hole. My caddie and playing partners applauded. For the first of umpteen occasions that day, I was grateful beyond words to the man in the white boiler suit and his intricate knowledge of the course, and at the same time completely taken aback by how much I was at mercy to the slopes of Augusta National. Today, golf was going to be a team game. +1 thru two. Keep going.

AUGUSTA NATIONAL’S REVENGE 

A pair of double bogies on three and four brought me back down to earth. But that was just the start of Augusta’s revenge. I’d committed myself to holing out every single putt, no matter what, and to abiding by the rules to the letter of the law. I was going to find out what I could shoot, whatever that number might be. Another blocked tee shot on the 5th left me in trouble down the right and once again I could only make it into the greenside bunker for three. But this time my bunker play deserted me. A knifed one through the back of the green and a return chip into the bunker later, I was starring at double figures, only to make a ‘clutch’ six-footer for a nine. Yes, a nine. +1 thru two became +10 thru 5. Keep going. Stop the bleeding.

The pin on the par-three 6th was back-right – in its traditional Sunday position. (Everything had been left the same way as the day before). Miss left and you’re back down a severe slope at the front of the green facing a wicked, sloping uphill 80-footer. Miss right and you’re off the green having to land it on a five pence piece to get up-and-down for par, or risk going back down the same hill. Following my caddie’s advice, I hit a towering 6-iron 6 foot right of the pin – as good as I’ve ever hit. Back in the game. This was it – I was going to make my first birdie at Augusta. I walked onto the green Ian Poulter-style chest out, ready to make amends with a 2 only to watch my slightly downhill putt shave the hole on the right and run  eight foot beyond. I was further away than I’d started. And perhaps inevitably I missed the one on the way back for yet another dropped shot. Ouch

SEVERITY OF SLOPES HARD TO FATHOM

My blind approach to the raised 7th green went closer still, catching the famous slope at the back of the green and drawing ever-closer to the Sunday pin position. Surely this time. But again, my birdie attempt took a subtle break and slipped by. A bogey and double-bogey later on eight and nine (two three putts) I was stood on the 10th tee – perhaps the most glorious spot on golf course apart from Amen Corner. From this elevated position the whole of the property rolls out beneath you – an expanse of perfect green broken only by white sands and tall trees, all of which stretched out before my eyes.

The one aspect to Augusta which is hardest to describe is the sheer severity of the slopes. It’s essentially built on the side of a massive hill, and nowhere is this more stark than the elevation change between the 10th tee and the 10th fairway below you – a bigger change in elevation than the top to the bottom of Niagara Falls. And it was at this spot my game finally came back to me a: care-free swing produced about 10 yards of draw which began to lick around the corner of the dogleg left. I had succeeded where Rory McIlroy had failed in 2011 and found the middle of the fairway below. As I made my way down to my ball, for the first time I managed to take a moment (and a photo) to take it all in and appreciate where I was and what I was doing. That is, before a pushed 6-iron approach resulted in another missed green – again in the wrong place – followed by another three-putt and another double bogey.

Amen corner awaited – and I felt like I needed help from a higher place.

Augusta National Golf Club, Amen Corner
Amen corner at Augusta National

AMEN CORNER AT AUGUSTA NATIONAL

The par-4 11th is statistically the most difficult hole when The Masters is played but from the members’ tees it plays a lot easier. I managed to recover from a wayward tee shot to make par and break my run of double bogies before making the short walk up the hill to the 12th tee and perhaps the most famous hole in golf. It was all there in front of me – a thin sliver of green to aim at, Rae’s Creek and the Hogan Bridge just in front of it and an abundance of azaleas behind.

Once again, a mixture of angst and serenity flooded my senses. I hit what I thought was a perfect 8 iron but like so many before me, I had misjudged it by the smallest of margins – another fascinated fool. I watched as my ball pulled up in the bunker just short. From there, I made bogey.

Augusta National Golf Club
Jamie on the iconic 12th at Augusta National

There’s so much beauty on 13 but the tee shot is a real beast. Anything left is a lost cause, so naturally I subconsciously reverted to going right – Mickelson territory. From the pine straw, I looked up, pictured that unbelievable second shot to the treacherous par-5 green and imagined my ball drawing round the tree in front of me and finding the putting surface. But where Phil flourished, I failed. Luckily, I pulled up short enough of Rae’s creek to muster a par – and at +1 thru the holes of Amen Corner I felt I had at least landed a faint blow back as some sort of payback for my pummelling to this point. On the 13th green, surrounded by those blooming azaleas in the spring sunshine I allowed myself a glance back down the fairway and the clarity of context resumed – thoughts of scores and scorecards subsided. Amen.

AUGUSTA NATIONAL: THE FINAL STRETCH

I still hadn’t got to grips with the greens and another three-putt double on 14 was followed by a par five on 15. And so, onto 16, yet another stunning spot.

With Augusta’s familiar amphitheatre now empty, the true beauty of this par-three was revealed. Redbuds reflected in the water which your ball must carry in order to reach the putting surface. The man in the white boiler suit said 8-iron was the club and the previous 15 holes taught me not to question his judgement. Another deep breath was followed by my best shot of the day – and a towering, drawing golf shot landed softly before starting to make its way down Tiger’s slope and towards the pin.

Augusta National Golf Club, 16th hole
The 16th at Augusta

The caddies got very excited – I was on to something this time. Forget Tiger territory, I was in hole-in-one territory. The ball kept rolling, closer. It came to rest 8ft behind the pin (from the tee it looked like 2ft) and surely this was my birdie moment. As I drew the putter back, imagined how I might celebrate finally getting one back on the course. Is a fist pump appropriate? At least I’d be able to say I’d birdied the legendary 16th! But this brought another surge of adrenaline which flowed through my veins, down the putter shaft, and I watched again in horror as the ball broke at the last moment and sailed another six-foot by. The one on the way back didn’t trouble the hole either.

Another bogey on 17 followed. And there I stood on the 18th tee, flummoxed but philosophical, beaten but bullish, and definitely not wanting this to end. Ever. Savour every shot now. If the gap between of trees on the 18th hole at Augusta National isn’t narrow enough – the tee shot is all uphill.

One more deep breath. I gave this one plenty, a slight cut down the corridor to follow the shape of the hole. My approach pulled up just short and I was able to enjoy the walk up the (severe) hill to the 18th green, savouring the sympathetic applause from the packed galleries of patrons (or at least that’s how it played out in my head). I took one last look behind me to appreciate the giant scoreboard which towered above me – the champion’s name firmly in top spot – and now more than ever I was able to marvel at the magic of the pros – especially around the greens. I failed to get up and down for the grandstand finish: appropriately my final action at Augusta. It all added up to 94 shots. The most I’d taken in a round of golf since I was 12. But today at least, the score was just a small part of the story.

I’d experienced every emotion but that’s the game of golf isn’t it? Life’s long and complicated journey in microcosm. Of all those feelings though, the one that endures is gratitude. I am grateful beyond words for the opportunity to have graced the hallowed turf. For a few hours, I lived out the craziest dream – the greatest thrill of my life and a day I will savour forever. And that was the day I played Augusta National. What I wouldn’t give for another go.

AUGUSTA NATIONAL GOLF CLUB: KEY FACTS

Phone Number: +1 (706) 667 6000
Designers: Bobby Jones and Dr Alistair MacKenzie
Green Fee Range: you can have all the money in the world and still not get on
Length: Par 72 – 7,768 yards
Website:Augusta.com

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AUGUSTA NATIONAL GOLF CLUB: FAQs

Where is Augusta National Golf Club?

Augusta National Golf Club is in Georgia, USA. Aside from its many wonderful golf courses, Georgia is well known for its southern hospitality, for its peaches and for being the birthplace of famous figures such as Martin Luther King.

Can anyone play Augusta National Golf Club?

No. Augusta National is one of the world’s most private golf clubs and is only open to members and their guests. The public can visit only during The Masters tournament each April, with a ticket. 

Is Bill Gates a member of Augusta National Golf Club?

Bill Gates, one of the world’s richest men, is rumoured to be among the notable members of Augusta National Golf Club, alongside the likes of Warren Buffett and Peyton Manning. Augusta’s first African American member was Ron Townsend.

Can I apply to be a member of Augusta National Golf Club?

No. You can’t apply for membership at Augusta National, you be invited to apply. Sorry to break it to you, but you might be waiting a while for that call. 

How do I get tickets for The Masters at Augusta National?

The most straightforward way to get tickets to The Masters at Augusta National Golf Club is to by entering the annual ballot. You can read more about that right here

How much is it to be a member at Augusta National Golf Club?

It is rumoured that to join Augusta National Golf Club it costs between $75,000 and $200,000 up front, with monthly fees of around $500. But the honest answer is that we don’t know for sure.  Very few people do.

Jamie is golf editor at BBC Sport and has been an integral part of the broadcaster's coverage of The Open, The Masters and the Ryder Cup to name but a few. Jamie is an all-rounder so as well as helping to produce Match of The Day and Football Focus, he has also been a regular at Wimbledon and the Olympic Games. A lifelong Sunderland fan, Jamie's passion for golf is clear and he has been fortunate to visit many of the world's great courses with his day job. He has even got to play a few. His write up on his round at Augusta National is a must-read.

3 Comments

  1. Long time reader, first time commenter — thank you for this piece and the rest. Really enjoyable read. Keep up the good work and take care of yourselves during the Covid pandemic!
    ~Justin

  2. I could imagine the roar of the crowd cheering your ball into the hole in 16 when you were decribing it. Something tells me you were hearing them too. I have never been able to step foot on those grounds (name goes in the draw every year since i can remember to attend but alas..) but your article let me live a little through your experience and imagine what it would be like. Thank you for that.

    • Thanks for the kind words, Brian. Delighted you enjoyed it.

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