The official unofficial home of every soul who has submitted their name, waited by the mailbox, and heard absolutely nothing from Augusta National.
Dear Hopeful Applicant,
Thank you for your continued interest in attending the Masters Tournament. After careful consideration of your application, we regret to inform you that your name was not selected in this year's random drawing.
The demand for patron badges far exceeds the available inventory. We appreciate your enthusiasm for the game of golf and encourage you to apply again next year.
We wish you all the best.
Sincerely,
Augusta National Golf Club
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Real stories from real people who had the audacity to hope.
I have a spreadsheet tracking every year I've applied. My wife thinks it's unhinged. I call it dedication. Augusta calls it irrelevant.
My father applied for 20 years and never got in. I took over after he passed. I feel like I'm carrying on a proud family tradition of disappointment.
I genuinely bought new clothes to wear to the Masters before I even applied. The clothes are still in my closet. Waiting. Just like me.
My buddy scalped a ticket for $6,000. I refused on principle. He said it was the greatest day of his life. We don't talk about it.
The azaleas bloom every April and I watch them on TV. From my couch. In my pajamas. Eating a pimento cheese sandwich I made myself.
First year applying. Already sense this is going to be a decades-long relationship built entirely on one-sided rejection. Hello, new family.