The Masters, a tournament so special for some golfers they’ll put their entire life on hold for 4 days (Mr / Mrs Masters). Whether you find yourself consuming every blade of grass at Augusta National on google earth (Golf Geek) or you simply won’t watch it because Tiger’s not playing / competing, this event each April brings out the very best in golf, providing you can watch it (The Closet Golfer) or understand it (Golfing Know-it-none).
First off, we head to the golfer we all know…
The Golf Geek
Has The Masters playing on the TV, Sky Sports on an iPad, connected to every social network and all they can muster for the weeks of The Masters is “hashtag Masters”
The Closet Golfer
Walking into the office this guy thinks he’s cool, “golf, that’s so boring” “The Masters, what’s that?” – this is all a facade, inside he or she absolutely loves the game. They spend the entire tournament refreshing updates on their phone with the veracity of a teenager who has just got Tinder, too scared that someone will find out the truth. THEY. LIKE. GOLF.
Expect questions out of the blue…
”how many birdies make up a par”
“why did they miss that putt”
“I could’ve done that better”
This person has a love of golf but doesn’t necessarily have their eye on the ball when it comes to detail.
Tiger’s Number 1 Fan
Spieth, McIlroy, Day, they’re not as good as Tiger Eldrick Woods.
This rich and compelling argument leaves you with at least one positive…there’s more golf for the rest of us.
The Sunday Specialist
Turning on the TV exactly as the leaders hit their approaches into the 11th hole at Augusta National on Sunday. This person is driven by efficiency and precision, their efforts to absorb all that The Masters has to offer them in the next few hours puts them in the driving seat for golf based conversation on Monday morning.
Mr / Mrs Masters
They’re in the zone. 4 days of Augusta National Golf Club at The Masters. Their only contact with the outside world is with a delivery driver who will probably be bringing them Masters essentials like Pimento Cheese sandwiches. They’re never more than 1 metre from a golf club, they own Masters merchandise which they wear religiously for the tournament, cracking out a new Polo shirt for Sunday so they watch their best.