OK, the traditional holiday season is probably still in the lead by the slimmest of margins. But, Matthew and I love the weekend of The Masters because it’s the first golf major; it takes place in a beautiful setting; and it heralds the approach of summer, my favorite season. I love seeing all the pretty azaleas in bloom at Augusta National and imagine the glorious temperatures the golfers are enjoying down in Georgia, though I don’t really need to imagine those temperatures this year. 91 degrees today, really? Though it’s a pretty tall order to expect him to repeat, I would love to see a Bubba Watson win, and his teary press conference performance talking about what he did with his green jacket makes me root for him all the more.
I’m rooting for Bubba, Dustin Johnson, Adam Scott, Keegan Bradley, Ernie Els, Matt Kuchar, Graeme McDowell, Jim Furyk, David Toms (I know he almost never makes the cut but he’s still a favorite of mine) and, of course, Phil Mickelson. And I always root for the sentimental favorite, Fred Couples. I’m going to sit on the sofa with my arms around my kids (who no doubt will be playing on their favorite devices because what kids in their right minds would watch golf on tv?) and watch golf for hours. And if Tiger wins? Well, boo to that result.
Watch for a similar post discussing the magic that is Wimbledon in a couple of months. Ahhhhh, Wimbledon…..