If only he were a tree.
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There's no place in golf like home of the Masters, but it isn't always good
On Wednesday, the eve of the 79th Masters, the crisply starched jackets of Augusta National again revealed the paradox of their pursuit, this being a wonderful event run by dudes rooted in weirdness.
In honor of the first anniversary of the loss of the Eisenhower Tree, a famed 17th-hole landmark that was felled by an ice storm, the club unveiled a richly appointed memorial featuring a glass-encased slice of the actual tree trunk.
"Many months in the making to mitigate against normal shrinking, cracking and twisting," he said proudly.
However, in honor of the 40th anniversary of Lee Elder becoming the first African American to play at the Masters, they did not unveil a memorial or throw a party or even invite Elder to play in Wednesday's par-three contest, much to his dismay.
Instead, they threw him a few tickets.
