“… ADAM SCOTT ON THE COVER… IT PROVED LUCKY ENOUGH TEN YEARS AGO THAT IT MIGHT JUST WORK AGAIN.”
For as long as I can remember, April has meant one thing… the Masters. The attraction of watching the year’s first major grabbed me at an early age, as I recall braving an early morning chill to watch an abbreviated coverage of the 1980 tournament before heading off to school. Of course, that was the year Seve Ballesteros won his first green jacket by four shots but it was the final round chase by the now late Jack Newton that had me enthralled. He finished second alongside Gibby Gilbert and, sadly, that was the last major Jack would seriously contend in. There have been plenty of anxious moments spent perched in the 42 years since. With the exception of a brief period of a few years early this century when the oohs…