Well, it’s time once again for the Masters Golf Tournament in Augusta, Georgia.
Sure, you may be like me the first forty-three years of my life, and pay it no mind. But do take heed–you just never know when you’ll marry someone who views these four days in April as something akin to Christmas.
That said, I’ve been brushing up on my golf clap and speaking in hushed tones. I’d break out my khakis and collared shirts, if only I had them (thankfully, the dress code for my couch is much more slack).
Now that company’s arrived, we’re down to picking up a few snack items (Brewer’s nuts from City Peanut Shop, anyone?). After that, we’ve no recourse, but to settle in and enjoy the show.
With that, I wish you a spectacular weekend. May you be surrounded by a few of your favorite people; may you be afforded the luxury of partaking in a few of your favorite activities. And when all’s said an done, may you find the hours so memorable, you can’t help but feel the champion.