Let’s talk about the most famous call at The Masters.
It did not occur this year at the recently completed tournament, although the way Adam Scott and Angel Cabrera played golf’s version of H-O-R-S-E for the last hour certainly lent itself to someone saying something memorable.
While the drama remains fresh, a notable call doesn’t. I don’t remember anything.
I do, however, remember Verne Lundquist’s amazed response to Tiger Woods’ chip at 16 in 2005:
“Here it comes . . . oh my goodness . . . oh WOW! In your LIFE, have you ever seen anything like that?’’
And I remember Lundquist’s simple, poetic description of Jack Nicklaus’ putt at 17 in 1986:
“Maybe . . . yes SIR!’’
A friend wanted to argue which was the best. I didn’t want that debate, so I pointed out that Lundquist provided the greatest Masters calls for the greatest golfers of different generations. The legions that idolized Nicklaus can claim theirs, while the billions of Tigeraholics have theirs.
However, neither is the greatest call in the long, glorious, dramatic history of the greatest golf tournament ever.
No, the most memorable moment owed to a wordsmith belongs to Carl Spackler doing play-by-play of his own iron shot at the chrysanthemums in 1980:
“The crowd has gone deadly silent. A Cinderella story. Outta nowhere. A former greenskeeper, now about to become the Masters champion. It looks like a mirac... It's in the hole! It's in the hole!”
The story goes that Bill Murray improvised that scene in "Caddyshack" after director Harold Ramis told him to emulate a kid announcing his fantasy sports moment. Murray asked for some chrysanthemums, and in one take, he created cinema’s best golf moment.
Or maybe you think it’s Al Czervik breaking wind at dinner and asking, "Hey, did someone step on a duck?"
Or maybe Ty Webb responding to Judge Smailes’ assessment that he’s no slouch at golf, saying, “Don’t sell yourself short, Judge. You’re a tremendous slouch.’’
We could argue about this all day, but here’s the good news: You don’t have to choose. Now you can get every line when we stage a “Caddyshack’’ night at the Music Box Theater on June 11.
When is the last time you saw the greatest golf movie ever on the big screen? Maybe 30 years ago. Maybe never. Well, guess what? Tribune film critic Michael Phillips and I are giving you a mulligan. We’re pleasers, not teasers.
I think we’re on our second generation of golfers who have never seen “Caddyshack’’ the way it was meant to be seen. Trust me on this. I’d seen “Slap Shot’’ thousands of times on television, but it became a whole other movie when I saw it during our laugh-filled showing at the Music Box in December. You’ll feel the same way about “Caddyshack,’’ a movie you’ve seen a thousand times like you’ve never seen it before.
We’re also working on special guests, although, alas, we are unable to contact the Dalai Lama or guarantee total consciousness on our deathbeds. For “Slap Shot’’ night, however, we ended up skyping in a Hanson Brother for a question-and-answer session, so we got that going for us with “Caddyshack,’’ which is good.
So, order tickets here: chicagotribune.com/caddyshack. Do it now. While we’re young!