What it was like at Augusta National to witness Rory McIlroy etch his latest masterpiece
One of the curiosities of Augusta National is how quickly you become accustomed to assessing noise levels and decoding the delayed updates of its manual scoreboards. If the special attraction is the sights, the added delight is the sounds.
That ranges from the ethereal bird song echoing around the course (yes, we did see plenty of real birdies about the place) to the mechanical whirr of old-school disposable cameras during practice days, culminating in the cavernous roars during the tournament.






