A salute to Lindberg
I hope that the Masters buildup does not overshadow the performance of Pernilla Lindberg, particularly the final round, at the ANA Inspiration (“Keeping score,” April 3).
After watching the Sunday telecast and then Monday morning’s continuation of the playoff, I eagerly opened Morning Read on Tuesday in hopes of seeing an article about Lindberg. What a gritty, determined, inspirational performance she gave us all.
As noted in your “Keeping score” section, this was her 1st LPGA victory, in her 193rd start, and she did it in a major, sleeping on the lead every night. Her back-nine performance on Sundayshould be the basis of every short-game motivational video. Lindberg saved par hole after hole with putts longer than 4 feet, and some significantly longer. Her 28 putts in the final round do nothing to highlight the accomplishment of her final nine holes.
One might have thought that she would shrink in the playoff against Inbee Park and Jennifer Song, particularly after Song was eliminated and Lindberg was playing against a seven-time major winner in Park. The only wavering I detected was a putt on the seventh playoff hole that would have won; it was no longer than many she had made earlier, but it was like the reality of the moment appeared and the stroke was not up to her level. So then on the next hole, she rolled in a 30-foot birdie putt as though it were a tap-in.
Please honor her and her performance with an article about her first victory.
Fond memories of the Masters
I attended two Masters practice rounds in 2015. My wife and I were at a practice round in 2014 when it was rained out before people entered the gates. The committee refunded those tickets, so I got to go in 2015.
Everyone who sees Augusta in person marvels at how mountainous it is, as did I. Hilly doesn't describe it; it’s mountainous.
Another thing that I noticed was how the grass grows all the way down the banks to the water on ponds. How do they trim it? With scissors?
I am used to walking the Houston Open, where fans can walk tee to green with their favorite golfer. Augusta's layout prohibits this. Some holes can be seen only at a distance.
It was stormy the night before, and when I got on the property the next morning, I could hear the big engines running that sucked water from the surface to below-ground water tunnels.
A tree had been knocked down near Magnolia Lane. After an hour or two, the tree was gone, the hole filled, and sod laid so that there was no sign that a tree ever existed.
When I left in the afternoon, I scanned my ticket out. I walked toward the parking lot when a man and his son walked up. He needed a ticket for his son. I was going to keep mine as a souvenir, but the kid was all decked out in his Rickie Fowler orange and Puma shoes, so I gave him my ticket.
The Masters is everything it's purported to be.
Let the golf season begin
It's a lovely, rainy, thunderstorming day here in Ohio. I am sitting here listening to Matt Adams on SiriusXM, watching Golf Channel on the tube and doing my favorite thing in reading Morning Read.
I am basking in the enjoyment of Major League Baseball being back. The Final Four final game is history, and it's the Masters, finally.
Nothing hits the sweet spot like great drama on the back nine on Sunday. The golf season now may begin for us Midwesterners.
Calling out the Match Play critics
If Bubba Watson and Kevin Kisner are in the final pairing Sunday at the Masters, can I assume that many of you will not watch because none of the top 10-ranked players will be there? (“From the Morning Read inbox,” March 27).
An ode to Alfie
Love your work, but calling Tom Watson's shot into 18 at Turnberry a “perfect” shot couldn't be more wrong (“Winning could grow old at Masters,” April 3).
If Watson had employed a real caddie, instead of his stockbroker buddy (as he had during his previous win at Turnberry), he would have hit one less club due to the adrenaline, as British caddie Alfie Fyles made him do the first time. The ball would have landed in the front part of the green and released toward the hole, giving him an easy two-putt victory.
Having a bag-carrying buddy instead of a caddie who can provide the necessary input to assist his player cost Watson a major championship at age 59.
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