So, I got this idea in my head, right? Needed one of those Masters flags. You see ’em everywhere after the tournament, people showing ’em off. Looks classy. Simple green, yellow logo. Figured it’d be easy, just hop online.
Wrong. Dead wrong. First thing I found out? You can’t just buy this stuff. Not online, not in some fancy golf shop down the road. Nope. You gotta be there. At Augusta. During the tournament. Or know someone who is. That’s the only way they sell the official gear.
Okay, so plan A was out. What about resale? Checked those sites, you know the ones. Holy cow. People asking crazy money. Like, hundreds for a simple flag that probably costs, what, thirty, forty bucks inside the gates? Felt ridiculous. Paying some scalper triple or quadruple the price? Nah. Not my style. It’s just a flag, but still. Felt like getting ripped off before I even started.
Thought it was a lost cause for a bit. Then, pure luck, honestly. My buddy, Dave, his company gets a couple of tickets every year. He usually takes clients. This year, a client bailed last minute. He calls me up, “Got an extra ticket for Wednesday’s practice round, wanna go?” Heck yeah, I wanted to go. Didn’t even think about the flag at first, just excited to see the place.
But then it hit me. This was my chance. The practice round still counts, the shops are open. Dave knew the deal, said the main golf shop gets insane, like a madhouse. He mentioned a smaller spot, less crowded usually.
Getting the Goods
So Wednesday comes, we get there. Place is amazing, obviously. But I had that flag on my mind. We watched some players, walked the course a bit, then made a move for that smaller shop Dave mentioned. Still busy, but not total chaos. Found the flags pretty quick. They had stacks of ’em. Grabbed one. Felt good, you know? Like I’d actually earned it after all that hassle thinking about it.
- Walked in.
- Found the flag section.
- Grabbed one.
- Paid the man. Simple.
Didn’t go crazy buying other stuff, though man, it was tempting. Saw guys with bags overflowing. Heard someone say the average person drops like a grand in there. Wild. Just stuck to my mission: the flag.
Got it home. Laid it out. Simple thing, really. But knowing the story behind getting it? Makes it cooler. Didn’t frame it yet, still deciding. Might put it up in the garage, maybe the office. It’s more about the effort, the little bit of luck involved.
It’s just a flag, yeah. But it’s that flag. The one you can’t just pick up anywhere. Had to jump through a hoop or two, but hey, that’s half the fun, right? Makes you appreciate it more than just clicking ‘buy now’.
