Wednesday 13th April, 2005

 

Making a mockery of the Masters

 
 
 
 
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Billy Casper, right, is carried by cart back to the 11th tee after he was unable to find his ball during first round play of the 2005 Masters at the Augusta National Golf Club in Augusta, Georgia, on Thursday.

AP Photo

PAR FOR THE COURSE

BY NEIL GIUSEPPI

“Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.”

That quotation is from “Desiderata,” a piece I consider to be one of the most inspiring ever written and which holds pride of place on the desk in my office.

It is a pity that more people don’t live by that credo and gracefully surrender the things of youth.

You may recall that in one of my early articles in this magazine, I lamented what I saw as the direction in which the annual Caribbean Golf Championships were being taken.

I had written and I quote:

“So instead of encouraging the top golfing stars of the Caribbean and expanding the Hoerman Cup, the Caribbean Golf Association has turned the annual Caribbean Championships into an ‘Old Boys’ Club’ where players who have passed their prime can continue to make annual trips and renew whatever friendships they have developed over the years.”

Today, I want to take this peeve of mine into the arena of the most prestigious tournament in the world, the

Masters at Augusta, Georgia in the United States.

It is every golfer’s dream to play at the Masters. That is perhaps the ultimate recognition that a player has

“arrived.”

Last week, T&T’s own Stephen Ames made his Masters debut. Unfortunately, because of deadlines required by the Guardian, this article has had to be

submitted prior to the end of the second day’s play and so I am unable to comment on anything but his first day

performance and the start of his second day’s play. A commendable 73 saw him in 28th position at the end of the

first round and he further moved up the Leaderboard to 14th position after two holes in the second round, a birdie on the second hole taking him to even par when play was stopped because of bad light. I can but hope that he continued to improve.

But today, it is not my intention to write about Stephen Ames. My article today is going to deal with 73-year-old Billy Casper, one of the greatest golfers ever to have played the game. In a career spanning some five decades, Casper won national titles on three continents and is credited with more than 60 professional victories, 51 of which were won on the PGA Tour. Among the many titles that he won

are the Canadian Open in 1967, the US Open in 1959 and 1966 and the Masters in 1970.

And here is where my problem starts: When do you hang up your “guns” and give youth the place that is rightfully theirs? The criteria for playing in the Masters, strict though they may be in certain areas such that young guns like Justin Rose and Arron Oberholser cannot gain entry in 2005, allow former Masters' winners like Casper, Charles Coody, Gary Player and Tommy Aaron to play until the day they die.

And so, last Thursday, Casper teed off with 92 other golfers in the 2005 Masters. He started with a triple bogey on his first hole, the par 4 10th. Another triple bogey followed on his second hole. Two pars and two bogeys then brought him to the par three 16th hole which took him 14 shots to manoeuvre. Two more bogeys at his eighth and ninth holes saw Casper making the turn in 57, 21 shots over par.

His second nine was only marginally better, a 13 over par 49 for a total of 106, the worst score in the history of

the Masters. His dismal performance caused him to withdraw from the tournament at that stage.

Coody and Player, meanwhile, each shot 88 in the first round and had both continued the slide to reach 19 over

par in the second round when play was suspended. Aaron was the best of the lot on the first day with 79 but had

descended to 12 over par by the time I had to send in my article. It is clear that these players, great though they

were in their time, can no longer compete at this level.

Now, if allowing them to play is not making a mockery of a great tournament, I don’t know what is.

And it could have been worse. When the field for this year’s tournament was first posted on the PGA’s official website at pgatour.com, it included a number of other players long past their prime who should have been spending their winter years assisting young players to develop their skills instead of trying to relive their past glories and embarrassing themselves and the entire golfing world.

Among that list was 93-year-old Byron Nelson, another one of golf’s legends. Fortunately, in his case, good sense prevailed. What sort of message does this send to the young people of the world? Are we telling them that there is no room for them? Are we telling them that it’s all right to hang on merely to satisfy your own egos even if it is at the expense of others who are more deserving?

And then we wonder why the youth rebel!

Now let’s head for the 19th hole.

THE LIGHTER SIDE OF GOLF

Burkett and Webb were two bitter rivals who didn’t trust each other’s arithmetic. One Saturday, during their club’s monthly tournament, they were engaged in a heated battle and were watching each other like hawks.

After finishing the fourth hole and marking his own six on the scorecard, Burkett asked his opponent what he had had.

Webb went through the motions of mentally counting up. “Six!” he said and then hastily corrected himself. “No, a

five.” Calmly, Burkett marked the scorecard saying audibly, “Eight.”

“Eight? I couldn’t have had eight,” said Webb.

“Yes, you could,’said Burkett. “You claimed six, then changed it to five. But actually you had seven.”

“Then why mark down an eight?” asked Webb.

“You get a one-stroke penalty,” said Burkett, “for improving your lie.”

 

 

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