I can tell the Spring semester is close to done - It's Spring Break! Or, if you live in Augusta then it's called Masters Week. Imagine living some place where once a year, for about a week, everything changes. When you live as close to the Augusta National as we do (maybe about a mile?? You could comfortably walk there from our place), everything changes. We watch the weeks leading up to the tournament as locals prune their flowerbeds, park their golf carts out in front of their establishments to show support, hang banners and change signs to greet everyone but the locals, and hang street signs to direct 'Golf Traffic'. Yikes. It's a nightmare. I know it's great for the community, but boy is it an inconvenience! The streets flood with cars and scalpers - we have to take different roads around town to avoid the traffic. It's like Washington Rd turns into I75 in Atlanta on a Friday during rush hour! All the restaurants offer live entertainment at night and the local Kroger sells all sorts of miscellaneous golf paraphernalia. Don't get me wrong, I support golf (trying to learn it), but it's just so funny to see everyone flip out to put on a nice face for the world. :o)
Despite those annoyances, this year we decided to stay home. I have been doing schoolwork (lame), hangning out with friends, visiting my friends and family in Acworth, and my parents came to visit Augusta. My parents decided that it was worth the drive to Augusta in hopes of getting tickets into the Augusta National. After passing a few hours, we were able to get in for the Tuesday afternoon practice round. Apparently everyone decides to leave around 3pm... so naturally, that's when we got in. My dad was like a kid at an amusement park - he grabs the map, plans our trip around the course, tells us the history of EVERYTHING and when he sees a golfer, he has to tell us who he is, where he is from and some bit of history about him. It was so cute!
Here are some pics from our visit to Augusta National:
