It was the best of Sundays, it was the worst of Sundays. Waking up to bacon, cinnamon rolls and fresh-brewed coffee in bed is never a bad thing, especially when the hearty meal accompanies a day chock full of championship Continue reading
Sunday morning came early for us late night bar-workers and ball-wagerers. Having missed the opportunity to place my annual – and let’s be honest – required Augusta future, I looked at the final round leaderboard and thought I’d take a Continue reading
Jordan Spieth won the 2015 Masters tournament with a dominant performance from start to finish at Augusta to win his first major at just 21 years old. The American, who finished joint-second on his debut in the prestigious event last Continue reading
Tiger Woods has pulled out of this year’s Masters, an event he has won four times and the most coveted and prestigious championship in all of professional golf. At 38 years old, we don’t know how long it will take Continue reading
“You pat him on the back and say congratulations and enjoy it and tell him not to serve fried chicken next year. Got it? Or collard greens or whatever the hell they serve.”
Rules are rules and without them, there is anarchy. I get that. But sometimes, just sometimes, the rules can be bent, allowing for a little leniency. Last weekend at Augusta was one of those times.
“I don’t want to belong to any club that will accept me as a member” – Groucho Marx
I’ve been hitting the links a little more regularly these days. The weather here in the Sunshine State is beautiful, courses are abundant and greens fees are incredibly reasonable. Clubhouses are practically giving the golf away.
“You’re totally elitist. You feel like the unappreciated scholars, so you shit on people who know lesser than you.” Nick Hornby, High Fidelity
The drive from Charlotte to Augusta, Georgia takes about three hours. First take I-77 South for about an hour and a half, until you hit Columbia, South Carolina. Then take 20 West for another hour and change until arriving in Continue reading