It’s gonna be a rough one this weekend. THIS weekend is one
of the few that I wish fervently I had a big high definition TV and cable, and
Thursday through Sunday off work. I would sit and stare (and nap) my way around
Augusta National Golf Course with the best of the best, watching the beauty of
the course and the sport. This is one I generally shut out the world and watch,
almost every minute of coverage. Often recorded (Th and Fr for sure while at
work) so I can pause it and get a break every once in a while, but since
commercials are limited, there isn’t much that needs to be fast forwarded
through.
I don’t think I can go sit in a bar and watch for 8 hours of
coverage without going broke in the process. I am hopeful I can find something
more online than the live showing of Amen Corner, but if I can’t I will settle
for those holes and monitor the leader board I guess. Oh for my house, my TV,
my cable, and time.
My hope is for Rickey Fowler to make a showing,
he usually dies out through the weekend at Augusta. For whatever reason I am
not sure of, I am not rooting for Spieth or Scott, but in reality I am just
rooting for the course and for some golf type drama that brings us to the edge
of our seats until the end wondering if player X will pull it off or if player
Y will hold them off. But, as always, the beauty of the course helps remind one
reason why even us hacks at the game get out and play, and the level of play reminds
us how good we really are not and could never truly aspire to be.
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