On the eve of the Masters I always go to bed with sugar plums dancing in my head.  I wake in the morning, put on my coffee open my notebook and get ready for the ceremonial tee shot. As I start to write this post attempting to come up with something deep and meaningful about this moment I am crippled by the moment.  Billy Payne and Mrs Palmer walk arm in arm to the first tee and drape Arnie’s green jacket over his chair.  Once Payne starts his speech I realize how small and unimportant my words are and know that this video below is all that anyone needs.  *Warning: You will weep*

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