Thirty-five days.

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That's all that stands between now and the first tee shot Thursday morning at Augusta National. Rory McIlroy is coming in as the defending champion after that playoff win he had at the Players just last month. Scottie Scheffler is still world number one and nobody's figured out how to stop him on a consistent basis.

I've been watching this tournament since I was a kid and I still get that feeling every April. You know the one. That first glimpse of Amen Corner on Thursday afternoon. The azaleas. The roars echoing through the pines when somebody makes a charge on the back nine Sunday.

Thirty-five days feels like forever when you're waiting on Augusta.

What's your strongest Masters memory from the golden era?