Jack Nicklaus, the 1986 Masters, and Me
Golf is one of those things that has a generational pull. Growing up in Cleveland in the early 1960s, I remember trips to my grandparents house, two hours away in New London Ohio. Frequently, these visits would involve a trip to the golf course, where dad, his two brothers, and my grandfather would engage in a bit of friendly competition. I tagged along, wielding what was probably a shortened five iron, trying to get the ball in the hole on a course tucked between corn fields and cow pastures.
Time passed. Dad was transferred to New Jersey, and my grandparents retired to Florida. The golf matches between Dad and my uncles grew rarer.
CBS began its Masters broadcasts in 1956, with an hour of black and white coverage of the final four holes. In 1958, Arnold Palmer won his first Masters, and Arnie’s Army was born. Veterans, back from tours of duty in the Korean War, many stationed at nearby Fort Gordon, came to Augusta to cheer Palmer on. Other vets, like my dad, watched on television. And somewhere along the line, I too began to watch the Masters.
50 years ago, in 1966, the tournament began to be broadcast in color. Jack Nicklaus won his third Masters, after becoming the youngest winner three years earlier. By 1986, Sunday’s broadcast had increased to two and a half hours. Pat Summerall anchored the CBS coverage, and Jim Nantz made his first appearance as a Masters commentator.
That spring, the Richards family would have a reunion. And so, I ended up driving from Atlanta to my grandparents house in Florida, Mom and Dad, his brothers and sisters, their spouses, and many cousins joined me. I don’t remember if there was a family golf match that year, but by Sunday afternoon, everyone gathered around the TV to watch something truly amazing.
Masters Saturday that year ended up with Greg Norman in the lead, at 6 under par. Jack Nicklaus was tied with three others for ninth place at two under. By the time Nicklaus reached the 12th hole on Sunday, he was three behind the leaders. But a birdie on the par 5 13th and an eagle on the par 5 15th pushed him into contention. Birdies on 16 and 17 got him to 9 under, one stroke less than Norman and Tom Kite, and enough for him to become the oldest golfer to win the Masters. You can see the highlights in the video:
Thirty years later, I remember that Sunday afternoon clearly, maybe because it was the last time all three generations of Dad’s family had a reunion before he passed away. But, it’s an example of how Augusta National, and the tradition that’s like no other has affected so many people, in Georgia and across the world. This year was the first time that Arnie was unable to play in Wednesday’s Par 3 tournament or hit the ceremonial tee shot to start the tournament. Before too long, it will be Jack’s turn to bow out.
The year before Nicklaus became the oldest golfer to win the Masters, Bernhard Langer won his first one. This morning, Langer sits two off the pace at one under par, and will play in the penultimate pairing in this afternoon’s final round. At age 58, if he wins, he’ll take Nicklaus’s place as the oldest player to win the Masters. Can he win? Yes sir! And if he does, I wouldn’t be surprised if 30 years from now, someone will look back fondly at how the family got together to watch the final round of the 2016 Masters, and smile.
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Dang right, Jon!! Langer is a freak of nature, fitness and ability wise! I’m as nervous as a cat!! I’d live to see Speith win again, the first-timer Smylie would be a huge story, too! McIlroy , career grand slam? Huge, too! But Langer, that would be the biggest story ever in individual sport!! What a day!
I only watch one golf tournament on tv. I’ve only paid to watch other people play at one venue, Augusta National. Some of my best memories though are not so much in witnessing a great win as much as just the whole atmosphere. Lee Trevino didn’t like the Master’s because he didn’t have the long game it needed but I laughed so hard at his routine on the 1st tee on practice day that it was the only time I followed the same guy for the full 18. Watching Furman Bisher work in the early years and hold court in the latter ones is also a great memory.
Cleveland? Cleveland? I don’ believe I’da’ tol’ that.
I hate pemento cheese sandwiches. But i eat one at the Masters! I love that place!
Egg salad for me.
Never seen such a collapse as Spieth did yesterday. It was truly hard to watch. Thank God he’s just 22. He’ll bounce back, but it was a total surprise. The positive thing is he’s already earned his Green Jacket. Even a badass guy like McIlroy candidly says Augusta’s pressure got to him. I’ll be interested how Spieth responds at the US Open.
several important family memories of ours revolve around the masters as well…such a special place, it’s our favorite week of the year…although i about froze my ass off for the first 3 or 4 hours of saturday morning this past weekend…1995 probably stands out more than most for us, and last year was cool for me as the first time i ever did the “sunday thing” and watched and waited on 18 for the final putt to drop…my wife also speaks fondly of ’86 and her father grabbing his putter and running around their living room just like jack after the eagle on 15…i could literally name something special about every year, but i will refrain for now…
Hopefully the $880,000 he collected for second place will provide some consolation, but unfortunately the collapse will be a topic of discussion for years to come—he must have felt like he was watching his own execution…thank God Jim Nance did not ask Spieth any questions at the green jacket ceremony!
yeah, he was a little salty walking off of 18 and looked numb at the ceremony, by the time he spoke to the press he was still visibly disappointed, but seemed more composed…