April 4, 2005 |
"The back nine at Augusta National on Sunday ... " Isn't that line copyrighted? If it's not, it should be. You hear it all the time. " ... that's where the Masters actually starts." That's why there was so much hand-wringing when Masters officials, led by tournament chairman Hootie Johnson, significantly altered five of the holes on the back side in sweeping changes for the 2002 Masters. Standing apart from the hand-wringers, though, was Byron Nelson, the 1937 and 1942 Masters champion.
April 16, 2004 |
The city of Augusta, Ga., illegally restricted a small protest last year against all-male membership at the home of the Masters, a federal court in Atlanta ruled Thursday. The National Council of Women's Organizations tried to picket outside the private Augusta National Golf Club during the tournament, but local officials cited security concerns and forced about 50 protesters to move half a mile away.
April 5, 2004 |
Sure, it's pretty, with all those flowers and stately trees and that gently meandering creek. But appearances are often deceiving at Augusta National Golf Club for the Masters tournament, when the trees start getting in the way of golf balls, the creek claims a few more of them and the greens are so diabolically fast that no one has time to see the flowers anyway.
August 23, 2003 |
You can still see the hole for the trees, even though they have added 36 of them to the 11th hole of Augusta National Golf Club for next April's Masters tournament. The three dozen mature pine trees, ranging in height from 25 to 35 feet, have been added to the right side of the fairway at the already difficult 490-yard hole as part of the club's continuing toughening of the course.
May 24, 2003 |
If you have lost track of Martha Burk, the chair of the National Council of Women's Organizations was back at it again Friday, aiming another barb at Augusta National Golf Club. Burk, who is leading a campaign to force the club that is host of the Masters to admit a female member, issued a statement congratulating Annika Sorenstam while criticizing Colonial sponsor Bank of America.
April 14, 2003 |
Martha Burk didn't get it. Free and fawning media attention did not mean her point resonated. Access to the sporting press did not mean that the people of this town, or the fans of golf, or even a large number of women, feel a pressing need for a woman to join Augusta National Golf Club. She doesn't understand yet how the Masters as a sporting event can't easily be attached to the all-male club where it is played. For nine months Burk has been a media darling.
April 13, 2003 |
A protest almost nine months in the making took little more than an hour to play out. Martha Burk and her National Council of Women's Organizations (NCWO) spent more time inflating and deflating a giant pink pig -- "Augusta National Corporate Pigs' Club" was the porker's message -- than it took for four speakers to earn scattered applause for a series of speeches against Augusta National Golf Course and its all-male membership.
April 12, 2003 |
The field is muddy, a sunken spot out of sight and sound of Augusta National Golf Club. A city truck spread gravel along the edges so buses would have a place to drop protesters without the sinking of either bus or protesters. Richmond County Sheriff Ronald Strength delivered a stern lecture to representatives of groups who plan to patrol the field today from 10 a.m. until 3 p.m. No microphones or speakers, but bullhorns are OK. Handing out leaflets -- fine. Selling souvenirs, not fine.
April 11, 2003 |
Though barred from the front gates of Augusta National Golf Club, Martha Burk will still protest. "In the pits," she said. And no more debating Chairman Hootie Johnson over the issue of admitting women as members to the club that holds the Masters. It's all about the corporations now, Burk said Thursday at the Martin Luther King Center. It's all about pressure now. It's about holding accountable the chief executives of Fortune 500 companies who belong to the male-only Augusta National.
April 10, 2003
The traffic outside stretched for miles, past bible stores and chicken joints and rain-soaked hustlers begging for tickets. "We are a private club ... " said Hootie Johnson. The crowd inside numbered thousands, filling the courtyard, wallpapering the fairways, lining up two dozen deep for the men's room. "A group getting together periodically for camaraderie...." There were camera towers in the pine trees and microphones in the azaleas and satellite dishes in the parking lot.