Last weekend was the Masters Golf tournament. I’m a big fan of the event. Not only did I watch it on CBS and ESPN, but I watched it on Masters.com before the on air coverage started. Yes I’m one of those people. I actually like watching golf. It’s a side effect of growing up in a household of golfers, we all play in some form or another. It’s something that links us together inextricably. My Dad taught my Mom, he’d learned it from his Dad, and she got so good she regularly whipped his butt. They in turn taught us. Now my brother is teaching his kids and his wife is taking golf lessons. It’s cool to see that chain continue.
Anywho, I’ve been fortunate enough to attend the event several times. My Mom has passes that are hers through her lifetime. That’s how they work, you get to keep them as long as you are alive. You can pass them to a spouse but not to a child. They have to be returned to the pool then. I joke to my Mom that she’s bought herself a few more years of life support with those passes-“yes Mrs. Tierney will be attending the Masters this year”. For me, going there is a really special treat. Not seeing the golfers, you can see them at tournaments all over the place, including here. The specialness lies in the course itself. Augusta is this really small town and this is their Super Bowl. The course is right off a main road and you enter a world of green when you go through the gates. Of course, after checking your cell phone at security. Every service building is painted green so as not to stand out amongst the trees. The main clubhouse and it’s outbuildings for the members are all beautiful white with black shutters on every window. The flowers are explosive. TV really doesn’t do it justice. For me, the course was the star, not the players. Not to get overly dramatic, but I am an actress/drama queen, I was on hallowed ground. What struck me was how do the players put all this aside and just play their game? How do they not get all wrapped up into all that it is and just curl up into a ball at the first tee? I guess that’s what happens when you are a pro at what you do, you recognize your surroundings but don’t let it affect your performance.
Recently I had breakthrough in my own growth. I realized I was holding the microphone too dear, too precious in my mind and this was affecting my performance. For various reasons, I was letting this get in the way of just being me in front of the mic. I’d created my own Augusta National in my noggin. Not the best of circumstances. So now I’m working on fixing that. Maybe I’ll pull out that cute green jacket I own while I practice.