Masters, where Jack climbed the ‘greenstalk’ and snuck off with more jackets than any of the other golfing giants
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As my cab headed for Magnolia Lane, I noticed a sign at a Baptist church. It read: “Behold THE Master”. No matter, I was on my way to a heaven where golfers seek sporting immortality. The prize: a Green Jacket, and the everlasting glory that goes with it among the azaleas and dogwoods at Augusta National.
Whose spring would come this year? It was the month of April in 1990. A wealthy American banker, Bill Greene Jr, I had met one year during a tournament on the South African Sunshine Circuit had offered to play host if I ever visited the United States. So I wrote a letter to him a few years later, asking if the offer still held. When he gave me the green light, I set off on a trip that eventually led to Augusta, Georgia.
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The sign at a Baptist church read "Behold THE Master" when I drove by on my sway to Magnolia Lane at Augusta National. No matter. I was on my way to a golfing heaven down the road. It was a place where Jack Nicklaus had reigned supreme. He won so many Green Jackets there, six in all, that many fans thought he could even walk on water too if he needed to. This is a story about the time I spent watching the golfing greats fight over a Green Jacket. Jack was there. So were Gary Player, Arnold Palmer and other greats of the game. I still have fond memories. It was the highlight of my 50-year career as a sports writer.