Green & PinkThursday, April 07, 2011
The U.S. Masters starts today.
I find watching the Masters incredibly relaxing. All satisfying thwacks and soft thuds.
(Apart from that one guy shouting "Get in the hole!!" It's the tee shot, you moron.)
I don't ordinarily watch much golf. I certainly never play it. Hand-eye coordination is not my strong point. But growing up with a golf course at the end of my street clearly had an effect on me.
I don't know much about the game of golf, I don't know who the all the people are. Honestly, I don't really care.
To me, it is a game of elegant lines and crisp shadows falling across perfect greens. Creamy white bunkers. Rustling trees. Good manners, gentle-voiced commentators, and High Standards. Damn you, Tiger.
To me, it is simply a beautiful game.
And the Masters is the most beautiful of all.*
Anyone else got any weird viewing habits?
*Obviously, as a Scottish person, I am not in any way suggesting it is the *best*. That would be tantamount to blasphemy in my neck of the woods. Bleak, windswept beaches and horizontal rain just tend towards a different kind of beauty, is all. (Sorry, Scotland.)