Masters Week is the best week of the year

Published 5:49 pm Tuesday, April 4, 2017

It’s the greatest week of the year.

The week where Green is always spelled with a capital G. The week where pimento cheese sandwiches will be eaten by the truckload and tanks upon tanks of Michelob Ultra guzzled by thirsty spectators (both live and in front of televisions).

It’s the week where one location in a medium-sized Georgia town becomes the center of the Milky Way Galaxy, whether you realize it or not.

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It’s the week of The Masters.

I usually go into details around now about how I think player XYZ will win the tournament or who will make a splash. I’ve struck out too many times on those sorts of predictions. Although, if I was a betting man, I would say Dustin Johnson is playing too well lately to not be in serious contention.

And no, this isn’t Rory’s year.

Geez. There I go again. I can’t help it.

Truth be told, Rory’s problem with Augusta is in his head. Even when he came in T4 in 2015, his hang ups weren’t in other people outplaying him, it was him outthinking himself. Rory has the physical capabilities, but not the mental fortitude. All the past attempts have piled up and drag him down every year.

If 2015 was the rise of Jordan Spieth, then 2016 was the collapse. Before our eyes, we watched a young man fall apart on the most deceivingly simple and cruelest holes this sport has to offer: No. 12.

It was there that the wheels on Spieth’s entire year came off, and it wasn’t until recently we’ve seen him returning to the dominating Golden Child who exploded on the scene a couple years ago. It is insanely difficult to win the Masters, but Spieth has proven he understands the course, ever since playing it as an amateur in 2014.

Aside from the mental breakdown last year on a single hole, Spieth has shown he can hang with the likes of Tiger and Jack in the greatest golf tournament in the world.

It will be a fun tournament to watch. Jason Day is hungry. Rory is hungry. Johnson is hungry. Matsuyama is hungry. Spieth is hungry.

Augusta has their food nice and hot for them.

Oh, and as usual, Rickie Fowler is my dark horse winner.