My Masters Addiction

I don’t play golf. I don’t regularly watch golf. I don’t closely follow golf. That is all true, except when it comes to the Masters. I am addicted to the Masters. I love the Masters. I drink out of my Masters cup all the time. I don’t know why I love the Masters, but I do.

Last year I was lucky enough to go with my friend Judy. It was a highlight of my year. I felt like I became an expert on hole four where we watched most of the day on Thursday, which meant I got to see all the players.

I loved watching today. I was thrilled that Scottie Scheffler continued to stay on the top of the leader board. I fell for him two years ago and it’s nice to see he is just as nice a guy, even after being number one.

I also was totally impressed with the young Swede Ludwig Áberg. To come in second at the age of 24 in his first major was most amazing. He looked like he was having a lot of fun. I guess that winning over two million dollars for second is fun.

I am not sure I will ever have another opportunity to go to the Masters, but I certainly will continue to be addicted to watching it on TV. I am not going to take up golf. It takes too much time. I am also not going to start watching other tournaments. But there is nothing like the Masters. It’s easy to be addicted to the best of something.