my favorite story from Augusta this week:
a volunteer on Hole No. 2 calls an eleven-year-old patron to join him at the front of the ropes as everyone waits to cross. the volunteer juts the ropes forward just a bit so the kid can see the players hit their approach shots and says, “get a good look, you’re the future of the game.”
the volunteer asks if the kid plays golf. “yes sir.” then the volunteer says, “I’ll be here another dozen years at this same location, come give me a fist bump when you’re playing here as an amateur.” the kid nods.
players pass and the crowd starts to walk across the fairway. the volunteer says to a few inspired onlookers, “I do this every time I can because it happened once… an amateur came back and gave me a fist bump, and said thank you.”
the volunteer never learned the amateur’s name. he was content with making a difference.