Where Were You? 1986 Masters
Like many people, I’ll never forget watching Jack Nicklaus win the 1986 Masters. I was 14 years old and had just finished playing 9 holes with Jim Furyk at Meadia Heights Golf Club in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Jim was a childhood friend and a junior member at the course where my father was Head Golf Professional. As Jim tells it in this video, word was spreading that Jack was on a charge and the 19th hole was filling up with onlookers to watch Jack’s amazingly improbable back nine performance. Wanting to better hear the commentary, I darted out of the club house and made my way quickly home to watch with my Dad.
I had never felt so inspired rooting for someone. As perhaps the greatest tournament in the history of golf unfolded, I recall lying in front of the television, pounding my fist into the carpet with excitement. Following the tournament, I sent him a letter telling how amazing it was to see him play and how much impact I felt it had on my life. It came back signed which I had framed hanging on my bedroom wall. Those are the things that bring excitement into your life. The things that make you believe in miracles and turn you into a dreamer.
I had never felt so inspired rooting for someone. As perhaps the greatest tournament in the history of golf unfolded, I recall lying in front of the television, pounding my fist into the carpet with excitement.
As a college student I won the roommate lottery and was paired up with a couple of guys who were from Augusta. In 1993 I had the opportunity to visit for my first Masters Tournament. I remember walking through the gate, gazing down Magnolia Lane, once again recalling the feelings I had watching in 1986. It was almost surreal as I raced about the course, savoring every inch of the landscape.
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