Spring has sprung and the Masters is here yet again. Most of us won't be on the grounds of Augusta National this year, but that doesn't mean we won't be watching in our own ways according to our own traditions. So the question thus becomes: What kind of Masters viewer are you? Be careful how you answer, though. How you watch says a lot about who you are.
You have your trigger finger on the minimize button. You're climbing the corporate ladder while Rory climbs the leader board.
You're here for your annual golf snack. You know Tiger wears red and the jacket is green. You spell "Jon Rahm" with two Hs.
You gave up tickets to stay home with your kids: Parlay, Prop and Teaser.
Your pen and paper updates faster than an app, and you know what color socks Nicklaus was wearing in '86.
Inspiration knocks. The birds chirp a siren song. Your round should be over by the time the leaders go off anyway.
The course is too long. The greens are too firm. Azaleas give you hives, and you're rooting on every four-putt like The Big One at Talladega.
Your dogs' names are Alister and MacKenzie. You could make a pimento-cheese sandwich blindfolded in a hurricane.
You haven't seen an opening tee shot all week. You can't even spell "featured group." You have your niche, and you're sticking to it.
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