Excerpted from A Beautiful Ache: The Surprising Joys of Attending The Masters in Unsettled Times, by Chris Jones of Golf Digest
Some people will tell you that the single best thing about Augusta National is the pimento cheese sandwich, still sold wrapped in green plastic for $1.50. Those people are lying to you, and you should never trust them. The pimento cheese sandwich isn’t even the best sandwich on the grounds. That would be the Georgia peach ice cream sandwich. Heaven’s dessert.
No, the single best thing about Augusta National is the enforced absence of cellphones. It is a glorious directive, made greater for how fanatically it’s enforced. A patron wearing his ballcap backward will be asked to turn it around, sir, please and thank you. A patron who pulls out a cellphone will never be seen again.
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