Nothing about this Masters will look familiar until the champion slips his arms through a green jacket.
The purple, pink and white blooms of azaleas and dogwoods, which provide such a magnificent accent to Augusta National in spring, give way to the orange and gold hues of autumn. The course might look familiar with its emerald green fairways, blazing white sand in the bunkers, towering Georgia pines and the still water of Rae's Creek.
It just won't sound the same, not without thousands upon thousands of spectators framing each hole and sending those piercing roars from all corners of the course.
It won't be the same.
What makes this Masters unlike any other is the calendar. Golf's annual rite of spring is now two weeks before Thanksgiving. And without its patrons, the cathedral of golf will never be quieter.
"It's going to be eerie. It's going to be different," Rory McIlroy said. "But at least we're playing for a green jacket."
Not even that much was certain when the COVID-19 pandemic began shutting down sports around the world a week before the first day of spring. The Masters was postponed — a relief to those who initially feared cancellation — and then rescheduled for Nov. 12-15, the final major of an unforgettable year.
When the pandemic did not loosen its grip, the club had no choice but to close the door to its patrons. No need for those green "Golf Traffic" signs posted about the city, or people lining the streets of Washington Road looking for tickets.