Why I Love The MastersShareThis
Because the grass is so green you feel like the contrast on your TV is messed up.
Because you can see the pressure on the players faces.
Because the field makes the ocean look shallow.
Because they try so damn hard, gearing their games up for months to play well that one week.
Because Tiger owns it.
That guy’s name is Hootie.
It’s the only tournament that even non-golfers know about.
Tigers chip in on 16 was the most exciting shot ever.
The name “Amen Corner”
The green jacket is the most awesome prize in sports to recieve, even though thrift shops would turn it down.
I love that last year’s winner puts the jacket on the new guy.
I love the white guy jump Phil did when he won.
I love that Fred Couples has won it.
I love that the course is so prestigious that playing it is the one and only thing on my bucket list.
The bridge, those pink flowers, the water, the fact that nobody can play it for a month before the tournament.
56 minutes of actual golf coverage an hour, as opposed to most majors, which is like 5.6 minutes.
I love the pin placement on 16 on Sundays.
I love the corny montages with the slow music they play that can make you cry if you like golf enough.
I love that every male figure in my life will be talking about it for those 4 days.
I love that it’s accepted to not leave your house on the weekend when it’s on, no guilt involved.
I love how Johnny Miller is morphing into Charles Barkley, completely avoiding any attempt at sugar coating the types of opinions you only expect to hear three whiskeys in.
I love that the players are so nervous coming up 18 you can always tell who’s about to puke on their shoes.
Because they started advertising for it in January.
Because if you win it you’re set on the PGA Tour for the next 5 years.
Because it’s a part of the best month in sports, April. The Masters, NHL Playoffs, NBA Playoffs, College Hockey Playoffs… yes. Sign. Me. Up.
I love that every hole has name like “Camelia”.
I love this logo:
Because this is what number 12 looks like:
I love that the tournament has been decided by one shot or a playoff 36 times.
Because it elicits more emotion than The Notebook from generally stoic professionals.
I love that you love it too. April 7th – 13th, hold all my calls.