I feel like I’ve been on crack for four straight days and I’m now in withdrawal. I need some Masters methadone. I’m so spent. Sitting on the couch eating salt and vinegar chips and watching the drama of the Masters Tournament is draining.
Once again the Masters delivered. There’s no golf tournament product like it. The genius of Bobby Jones and Alister MacKenzie in creating Augusta National Golf Club shines every year. THE MASTERS NEVER DISAPPOINTS.
I’ll chime in with some commentary soon. I need to catch my breath and absorb another incredible Masters… process it.
Until then congratulations to Sergio Garcia and Justin Rose on an epic battle and showing great sportsmanship. I’ll finish tonight with one bit of great news: Only 361 days until the 2018 Masters Tournament! Can’t wait.
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