A tattoo unlike any other ⛳️ If you’ve been here a while you know that The Masters tournament and Augusta National Golf Club mean a lot to me. I walked down the aisle to the tournament’s CBS theme music. Our tables at the reception were named after each hole on the course. Even our WiFi is named after the hole Johnathan and I sit on every year. •
But my love for this tournament is deeper than just my admiration for the course & the landscape. We’ve had tickets in our family since 1959. My grandfather, an Augusta native and student at UGA at the time, decided to skip spring break with his fraternity brothers and bought a weekly badge for a whopping $12.50. Since then he got to bring his wife there, his two children, his four grandchildren, and his great-grandson (in útero anyway...) •
He saw Gary win three jackets, Arnold win four, and Jack win five. He took my mom, when she was seven months pregnant with me, and together they saw Nick Faldo win his second. He took me for the first time and that year we watched Tiger Woods win his first. And after sixty springs of making the drive to Augusta, in 2019 his story would come full-circle. He took me one more time, four-months pregnant with Logan, and together we watched Tiger win his fifth jacket. •
To me, the tradition of The Masters is more than $1.50 beer and the no cell phone rule. The Masters is family history. The Masters is what I have left of my grandpa. I memorized all the holes on the course and learned the history of the tournament not because I loved golf, but because I loved my grandpa. There wasn’t a single person in the world that I wanted to be proud of me more than him. •
The irony in getting this tattoo is that he would’ve hated it. Haha He wasn’t a big fan of tattoos and he told me that when I got my first one on my foot. But The Masters is already so ingrained in my head & my heart that I might as well have it ingrained in my skin too. • ...