A tradition...

The Masters is indeed "a tradition unlike any other". Like any real golf fan, I look forward to a weekend of sitting in front of the tv and watching drive after drive, putt after putt of remarkable professional golf. There is always a good deal of excitement in any major competition, but particularly in the Masters.

Like anything, however, I always find things that annoy me.

For starters, I am not a Tiger Woods fan. I am not saying he isn't one of the greatest golfers to ever play the game, because he truly has left his mark (and will continue to do so) on the golf world. However, I just can't stand how much the media follows him and focuses on him more than any other golfer. If I'm not mistaken, there are dozens of other great golfers who have just as good a chance to win major competitions.

I'm really not interested in wanting to watch EVERY stroke of Tiger Woods over an entire weekend of play. I am especially not interested in watching EVERY stroke TWICE -- for the love, we get it. He's good. We saw his nice shot, but do we have to see the good ones twice? But seriously, do we have to watch every approach, every putt? Can we see somebody else for a change?

I love Phil Mickelson. I do. I think he's great, and I hope he finds more major success, and hopefully soon. But for the love, this man makes millions of dollars. Doesn't anyone else agree that he should invest in a bro? I'm talking about a "bro" as seen on Seinfeld -- that's right, a bra for men. Phil, enough of the man boobs -- at least wear a wife beater -- surely you can afford one.

The commentators also annoy me. Particularly, they annoy me when they're wrong and don't admit it. This happens a lot. As a player approaches his shot, they say something like, "I don't agree with this club choice" or "I would have taken a drop here instead of playing that ball". Nine times out of ten, the commentators are WRONG. Um, for the love, admit you were wrong, please. No one thinks it's a miracle when the golfer does what the commentator disagrees with and it ends up to be a marvelous shot. This is why the professionals are the professionals and the commentators are the commentators.

Despite these small annoyances, I do love the Masters. I love golf in general and I will continue to watch. But a girl can dream, right? What fun would anything be if there wasn't something to drive me nuts? Here's to a stellar Sunday of spectacular strokes.