The Olympic rules for racewalking dictate the participant’s back toe stay on the ground until the heel of the front foot touches and the supporting leg remains straightened until the body passes over it. Neither of those rules were overly observed or enforced at the opening of Augusta National for the 4th and final round of the 73rd Masters Tournament. You can’t officially call it the running of the bulls because spectators are not allowed to run, even when competing for the best seats in the house- open and available to all on a first come first served basis. That “first come” part proves to be critical. The moments before the course opening finds each of the entrance gates bulging with an anticipatory throb. Attendants make sure everyone in the crowd is carrying… “One chair. One chair only. Per person. You can leave others here and come back for them. No arms on any chair and no running.” Security is in place, radios at the ready: even the clubhouse chefs are lined up on the veranda, white toques tilted, to watch sport’s equivalent of the Oklahoma Land Rush of 1889. At precisely 8am EDT, a radio signal is sent, the dams break and humanity flows frantically onto the course like the pouring of ping pong balls out of different buckets downhill onto an endless carpet of green. 80% of the action heads straight to the 18th green to set up chairs. The other 20% dissipates towards to 16, Amen Corner, or various bleachers and points afield. In a few moments it is over. An entire ampitheater has sprung up around the sacred space where the final strokes of the tournament will take place. And the waiting begins. We got your Easter egg hunt right here.