So we went to the Masters this weekend (and after what we just wrote, probably won't be invited back as credentialed media.) It went about as well as you could imagine that going, but we did get to do the following things:
- Drive that 707 hp car past the gates of Augusta National revving it and generally acting like a blessed idiot
- Eat an egg salad sandwich
- Catch a glimpse of Dan Jenkins in his natural element
Most importantly, we saw Spurrier. He was standing at a green watching a tense putting scene, wearing a garnet and white striped golf shirt and a visor, and looking like he rolled straight out of the golf cart and into the car and onto the members' parking lot and onto the course.