The azaleas will not be in bloom for the Masters this year, spring having come early to Georgia. Nor will Arnold Palmer will be there on the first tee for the official opening of the tournament. Palmer, a presence at the Masters every year since 1955, died last September at the age of 87. He had won the Masters four times, tying him for second all time with Tiger Woods, who will not be playing this year.

So there will be a different feel this year, but it will still be the Masters, the iconic golf tournament, the one that even people who don’t care about golf tune in avidly to watch. Especially on Sunday, the final day, when often as not someone mounts a charge or, as seems almost inevitable, someone else falls apart on the back nine. The Masters rewards audacity, perhaps excessively. Golf is, after all, supposed to be a game where consistency and good judgment pay off. Don’t short side yourself. Lay up and walk off with your par. Keep it below the hole.