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Sunday at the Masters is a must for me.
Quick Sea Story:
When we moved from California to South Carolina in the mid 70's, I did not know the Masters was a golf tournament - never heard of it. The guy who became my best buddy (still is) had family Masters tickets, six I think.
I went on a Friday in 1975. Jack, Arnie, Player, Trevino, we followed them all. I was hooked.
The gallery was a fraction of the size it is now so it was a much more tactile (nuke) experience.
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1996 FJ80.
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