I started playing golf when I turned 52, which is too late to become professional, however the computer tells me I’m in the top 34% of players in NZ, so that's flash for a very late starter. On a good day I enjoy golf, on others not so much.
I watch golf on TV sometimes, and because it coincided with Easter I got to watch some of the Masters played at Augusta over the weekend. We’ve got a Kiwi golfer playing in it so it makes it a bit more relevant too.
The National Augusta Golf Course (which is private) is an iconic and beautiful 147 ha of prime real estate. You have to be invited to become a member (I’m still waiting) with an initial sign up of US$40K and annual membership around US$10K. It's for the rich. They allowed their first black members in 1990 and in 2012 the first female members were initiated which gives a good lens of its history and cultural background.
The Masters tournament is the one to win for the professionals. You go down in history if you do, and get a green jacket (which is a bit ironic).
Its grass is all the same colour of dark green, and it is perfectly mowed and clipped with snow white bunkers, to give a wonderful contrast, and lovely waterways without a hint of weed or nasty algae. There are thousands of different plants imported from around the world to give a stunning experience for all who attend, play, and watch on TV.