Man, there’s just something about April in Augusta that gets me every time. The way those azaleas pop against the Georgia sky, how the morning dew catches sunlight on those ridiculous fairways, and watching the best in the world duke it out for that green jacket. I’ve been hooked on The Masters since I was […]
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Man, there’s just something about April in Augusta that gets me every time. The way those azaleas pop against the Georgia sky, how the morning dew catches sunlight on those ridiculous fairways, and watching the best in the world duke it out for that green jacket. I’ve been hooked on The Masters since I was a kid, and next week, we get to do it all over again.
I’ve been lucky enough to hit Augusta National almost every year since 2010 (missed just two tournaments) – definitely the best perk of my PGA membership. Nothing compares to actually walking those grounds. The TV doesn’t do justice to Amen Corner. Those pines are MASSIVE in person. And don’t get me started on those $1.50 pimento cheese and egg salad sandwiches that somehow taste better than anything you could get elsewhere.
