Tom Coyne (@coynewriter), editor of @GolfersJournal, has played some of the most exclusive golf courses in the world. But when he visited a nine-hole course in New York's Catskills that had seen better days and was up for sale, he took on a new challenge: running the course for a year to see if he could turn it around.
Coyne talks with Lee Cowan about his efforts to preserve a rural community's beloved course, and about his new book, "A Course Called Home: Adventures of an Accidental Golf Course Owner." cbsn.ws/4eWmMpw
Instead of following the leaders on the back nine yesterday, I scoreboardmaxxed — parked myself at 18 green and followed along with only roars, whispers and the manual scoreboard. Those two hours will be the thing I remember most from this Masters.
I have heard five different variations of roars at The Masters. A birdie roar. An eagle roar. A big par save roar. A "here comes Scottie" roar. And a hole-in-one roar (which I only recently learned thanks to Shane Lowry).
Once you hear it, you have to decipher where it came from. Sitting on 18, I thought this would be easy. 15 would be louder than 13, 12 would be muffled, 17 the loudest, 16 a steady, building applause. As a gallery we got a few right and a lot wrong. Scottie's birdie on 15 and Rory's on 13 sounded a lot like eagle roars.
You don't know for sure until they update the board. For two hours I stared at that thing like Twitter on the toilet. There's a three-to-five-minute delay between the roars and the score posting. As Rory reached No. 12, I think the operators sensed the anticipation building. After dropping the scores and leaving us hanging for 20 seconds, they raised them to reveal absolutely nothing. They pump-faked us, and had a good laugh about it too. When −12 finally posted, the party was on.
"$1 that was a Justin Rose birdie."
"I didn’t even know Russell Henley made the cut"
"What the fuck, Haotong?"
It was a fun, present environment. Lots of banter, friendly wagers and anxious energy. Like how I imagine standing outside Fenway would've felt as the Sox won the 1918 World Series.
To my surprise, it was a heavy pro-Scottie gallery. They would have settled for Cam Young. The biggest reaction of the day came after they posted Scottie's birdie on 16. He had the biggest galleries all week and the people were pulling for him. Rory's whole winning-putt sequence felt a little flat — all that buildup suddenly over, and the juice from the patrons just wasn't there.
Of course you want to be there when the iconic shots are hit. Part of me regrets not being there for Rory's 9-iron on 12. But it's hard to get a good view at Augusta on the back nine on Sunday. By the time Rory reached the green on 18, I couldn't see a thing. None of us even knew he'd just hit it over the same scoreboard we'd been watching so closely.
The waiting, the guessing, the vibes—it felt like a game within the game. And if I get to be there for another Sunday, I might do it again.