Adam and Eve cavorted in the Garden of Eden and knew nothing but bliss—but also nothing about golf—even after they had learned about their own mortality. Therefore, give me the 365 garden acres just off Washington Street in Augusta, Ga., on the Wednesday of Masters week, and I know I’m in a paradise all of my own. For that one day, I’m immortal and living in a golf legacy of biblical proportions. More
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