Talking Points: Building a snowman at the Masters
Friday, April 6, 2012
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Nothing like a snowman to put a damper on the party.
Henrik Stenson was one hole from celebrating his 36th birthday as the clubhouse leader at the Masters on Thursday. But that last hole, oh, what a doozy.
Stenson tumbled from the top of the leaderboard with a quadruple-bogey 8 on the par-4 18th. He still finished at 1-under 71, but it may as well have been a 90.
“Finishing with an 8, I don’t think I’ve ever done that,” Stenson said.
Stenson’s problems started off the tee, when his drive hooked left and into some bushes. He thought he’d found enough of a gap to get out, but the ball got caught up and landed on some worn and trampled-down pine straw. Rather than take the easy out, he gave it a go with a 4-iron and carved it up the fairway.
His next shot flew the green, and he chunked the chip shot coming back. When he finally got on the green, he missed about a 3-footer for triple-bogey.
“If I would have gotten the second shot out on the fairway, it would have been a different story. That’s normally what happens,” Stenson said. “You make a little mistake and then you compound it with another one, and it just keeps on snowballing, and I got the snowman in the end.
“You know, what to do?”
We know. We know.
Russ Berkman’s dream came true when he won a lottery for four passes to Wednesday’s practice round at the Masters golf tournament in Georgia. But the Seattle-area resident’s stomach turned when he found his dog, Sierra, had eaten them.
No, really, his dog ate the tickets.
Berkman told KJR radio on Tuesday he was determined to go. His girlfriend told him he had to make Sierra puke.
He induced vomiting — don’t ask us how; we don’t know, nor do we want to know — and recovered a gooey glob. Then he went to work trying to put about 20 vomit-covered pieces back together.
He says he recovered about 70 percent of the tickets. He took photos and explained the situation to the Augusta National Golf Club as “my dog ate my Masters tickets!”
They reprinted Berkman’s tickets and had them waiting for him in Georgia.
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