Yes, to even have a prayer of playing at The Masters, you have to be among the best of the best. Deadwood not welcome.
And if you can't stand the heat, even if you are among the best of the best, maybe it's best to stay out of the kitchen. Just think of 19-year-old Ding Junhui's cringeworthy meltdown as racist gentlemen memorably exposed his frailties. Ding just couldn't cut it in the Masters cake tin.
You know something, maybe we should just leave it in Milton Keynes. Best place for it. Out of sight, out of mind.