1965 Masters

On the eve of the 1965 Masters local news reported that 3,000 tickets would go on sale the next morning. Several fraternity brothers and I drove to Augusta, parked on the back side of the course, and found tickets had been sold. Fortunately, a charter bus pulled in from Atlanta and the first guy off had 15 tickets. We watched play behind number 5 green, walked down the hill and stood behind 6 gree. I looked up and there was Arnie on the tee. Given the elevation I appeared he had just decended from heaven. I watched him play 6 and then "ran" down the left side of 7. He drove into the trees not far from me. As he approached his ball, he looked at me and winked - yes he did. He then hit his ball up through a narrow gap in the trees (they were a lot smaller then). It went to the back of the green, spun back for a tap in birdie. He then hit 8 in two and two putted for birdie. I was then and forever hooked. I later caddied for him as he played a dedicatory round on our course which his company had remodeled.