The Masters

Every year, I become entranced. The question is: "Why".  I do not watch golf any other weekend out of the year except maybe twenty minutes of a Sunday final round of the US Open or another major if its a close finish and I happen to not be busy. For the Masters this year, I've followed Thursday and Friday, watched a good amount with it muted Saturday, and I've been watching since it began today. 

I surely hope it is not the horrid advertising that somehow grabs my unconscious (because I consciously hate those ads). I'm not sure I've heard more wimpy, agonizingly-nostalgic narrating for a sporting event than Mike Turico and Jim Nance on those commercials. "The masters, a tradition unlike any other..." and that sickening piano music they play when they show the scoreboard.... *wince* They even have 114 year-old Pat Summerall for some of the 3 second ads when they come back from the commercials. Thats it, just 3 or 4 three second ads... Thank you Pat Summerall.

But then again, maybe it is the fact that the Masters is hyped up like it is. Maybe all the attention it receives makes me want to pay attention.

 In any case, I'll watch the rest of the day to see if Phil continues his Birdie-fever and catches the leaders or if Tiger can catch fire by feeding off of Phil's pace. Or maybe one of the leaders will stave both of the superstars and win their first green jacket. Either way, I'll be watching, and who knows why.