I haven't watched the Masters since the last time Jack Nicklaus won.
I do have some found memories of golf from when I was in my late teens. A pal of mine knew about a golf course, about 5 miles from where he lived, he said we could play for free. I came to find out, the course was actually a future private country club that wasn’t built, it wasn't even under construction yet, but the actual course was there, with its luxurious fairways, deep sand traps, huge greens, scenic views of the Pacific Ocean, and I’ll never forget the wonderful smell of jasmine on the warm, late afternoons.
We would walked on the course, after the grounds keepers had gone home, and there wouldn't be a soul anywhere. We played as many holes as we could until either it got dark or we got tired. We played in our shorts, barefooted, and carried the few clubs we each had, in our hands. I’ll never forget those afternoons at that magnificent course.
After a few years the county club was finally completed and private. I tried golfing at public courses a few times after that, but it never was the same.