I was fortunate enough to be able to go to the Masters the year Fred Couples won it, 1992. Being a P.G.A. member at the time, I had become good friends with the McGregor salesman. It just so happens his dad was President of McGregor at the time. Obviously, he went every year.
He told me that if I could pay for the airfare and my meals, everything else was taken care of, meaning motel room and transportation to the course. I could get into the tournament just by showing my P.G.A.