A golfing lesson from Nicklaus

IT IS, perhaps, an indictment to our sad ignorance that we need to be reminded that so much of what we have is owed to those who came before us.

That is what sits at the heart of the Masters and the magic it produces. Upon a foundation of storied tradition and sacred ritual, the Masters is about to unfold for the 74th time, but before we get too wrapped up in golfers we sometimes promote like they invented the game, it is nice to be offered proof that the good old days, in some cases, were just that.

For example, Jack Nicklaus.