The one week a year when rich men in pastel pants pretend they’re athletes while the rest of America pretends to care about golf.
The one week a year when rich men in pastel pants pretend they’re athletes while the rest of America pretends to care about golf.
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The tournament that still says “no cell phones” while the rest of society has devolved into screen-addicted zombies.
The golfing holy week where “patron” is code for “rich person who knows how to behave” and “forecaddie” is mandatory.
The place where millionaires compete for a $3 million prize and a $1.50 green jacket like it’s the greatest honor on Earth.
The event where “diversity” means different shades of green on the grass, not the players.
The sacred tradition where Augusta National maintains stricter standards for admission than most Western countries do for immigration.