Masters

The Masters. The epitome of all golfing events. The one event any golfer would kill to get into. It was more than awesome. It was amazing. Saturday rained almost all day, got drenched, but Sunday was gorgeous. At least Tiger lost. I didn't care who won, I just didn't want Tiger to win. Lucky bastard only got second because Paul Casey, Brandt Snedeker, Steve Flesch, and Phil Mickelson crashed and burned. Trevor Immelman won. Got to see his weak celebration after winning because he was so far ahead of everyone else. Paul Casey should've won. Whatever, it's all good. Augusta National is amazing. I feel like if golf were a drug, I just injected, snorted, and smoked like 50 pounds of it. I now want to golf like there is no tomorrow, I need new clubs, new clothes, all that good stuff. All good stuff.