The show always goes on at Masters

As pilgrimages go, few are as steeped in rituals as the Masters. Held at the same time and the same place every April, it is blanketed in so much ‘sameness’ that when one of its trees suffered ice damage this past winter and had to be taken down, reams of newsprint and miles of tape were used to record odes of appreciation and remembrances.

It was a tree, for goodness sake.

Ah, but at Augusta National and the Masters, even a tree — in this case, the ‘Eisenhower Tree’ is afforded such a passionate embrace that it’s like one of the family.