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The mornings are early.
The days run long.
The work drains me. Almost all of me.
The muscles ache.
The sweat soaks through everything.
The people smile and ask about lenses.
They also smile and ask about dinner dates.
The pins get tougher each day.
The golfers start to look the same. Except Adam Scott, because damn.
The heat makes you loopy.
The people get drunker as the light gets nicer.
But wow, that light.
The tree roots only make you trip on tournament Sunday. Three times, that day. No matter how careful you are…
The sunscreen sort of helps. My farmer’s tan could be worse.
The egg salad sandwich is still amazing.
The press center is still freezing.
The Seven, Nine and Sixteen green’s are still the favorites.
The Two green’s Holahan’s. So, we just leave it alone.
The Pro Shop is always crowded, and it’s where you go to spend April and May’s paychecks.
The old friends are still hilarious and great to be around. It’s weird how they help you recharge, just by simply being close enough to share an eye-roll with as someone rambles about anything and everything.
The new friends are just as fun, too.
The pictures are still men knocking around a tiny white ball across some green, grassy hills. It’s not very exciting until it’s all you talk about, obsess about, think about and dream about.
The fear of firing on someone’s back-swing is real and basically paralyzing.
But when the picture comes, you motor drive and pray TV cameras don’t screw your frames. They will, because they’re monsters and it’s just what they do. But that’s when you sigh and let it go.
Because when you let the not-so-important-things go, you get to laugh with amazing people.
Like these guys…
And you get to smile with some of the best ones in your life.
[photos by “Bobby Lee”]
The fellas above? They’ve helped me find me.Not just during this crazy week, but in every single photo assignment that’s come across my desk.
They know what they’ve done for me, and I’m so thankful for each of them.
My years at the Augusta Chronicle, with this team of skill and heart, have been some of the best years of my life.
It’s bittersweet to think this might be my last Masters, but I’m OK with new adventures and my moving on.
The countdown’s changed from waiting for the first week of April to waiting for the last week of August.
Technically, it’s our #lovecount .
We wish our wedding was sooner…
Because we’re cheesy and stupid and crazy about each other.
And we’re ready for our life together.
So, here’s my thank-you for another great run up and down those tee boxes, fairways and greens. I’ll remember Masters 2014 with a smile and a laugh.
Just like I will when I think about Augusta.
My heart, my home.
More to come.
(seriously, I’ll write more)
(Jordan Spieth FTW forever and ever)
(Biz, what about facebook and millionaires?)
How is it only Tuesday?
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