Augusta, Georgia's allure more than just the Masters

Every hacker in the world wants to get to this town. And that's even true this year when Augusta feels a little bit like Wacko World. Still, just the city name invites the best of golf dreams - Magnolia Lane, brilliant azaleas, and a stunningly struck iron into the 12th green. But when you finally make the pilgrimage, that dream can turn into an insidious little nightmare: Watching the Masters at Augusta National is great. But plan a few rounds in the area while you're there. "I would do anything, anything, to play just one round, just one, on these hallowed fairways." You stare at the entrance gates during Masters week and think criminal thoughts: "I could bop Jeff Sluman over the head - he's a little enough guy, I can take him, swipe his tour card and take off for the first tee." Thing is, no matter how much genuine hospitality you can find in this very Southern town sitting hard against the South Carolina border, your golf dream is not likely to come true and you'll most likely always be "persona non grata" at Augusta National. You might as well wear lip-gloss and a skirt.