Masterful Finish

Springtime at Augusta National. A calming tradition in the midst of Trump-nadoes swirling around it. Arnie’s gone and Tiger’s done. Phippy try to tie them at 4. Sergio hoping for an homage to Seve. Spieth fighting back demons on 15. Another South African or Brit feat. An old guy playing the game of his life. Could be none of these. But. It’ll be a Masterful finish.

Masters Class

2016 Masters Champ Danny Willett not refined. Gritty Brit. Gracious in victory. Despite Spieth’s sourpuss toss of the green jacket. He choked. Yes. He’s a kid. Okay. But. Showed lack of class. Rory and Rosie did tie. For 10th.

Girls. Hannah’s body is not best in show. Too much exposure. We get it. Though. The series hasn’t matured despite its stellar cast. Lena’s nakedly raw writing has gone berserk. Game of Thrones returning. Maureen Dowd’s column with Peter Dinklage an uncomfortable miss.

Augusta Sans Lusta

The Masters. Never as much fun without Tiger. That said. It’s always entertaining and a beautiful spectacle. Azaleas. Old white men. Mostly. Quiet tradition. No. It ain’t Trump National. So. Joey3Sticks has Rory to win at -12. I’ll give Rosie his first green jacket at -10. Even though I’ll be following Adam Scott. Closely. Anybody but Phippy.

Spring Hopes Eternal

Ah. The Masters. Annual ritual. Azaleas in bloom. At Augusta National. Not here. Tiger will be taking Charlie Axel and Sam Alexis to the Par 3. Could it be. A comeback for the ages? I won’t jinx it. Joe’s picks for the Green Jacket. He won’t let them wear it unless it fits. Jason Day. Bubba Watson. Ricky Fowler.

I’ll pick Woods to win with his kids. Then in that other tournament. Charl Schwartzel. Martin Kaymer (the package). Rory McIlroy. Anybody but Phippy Mick. Doesn’t matter. I will be watching wearing my pink cap. Straight from GemQueen’s visit to the Cottages. It’ll be fun to see flowers anywhere.