Normal people don't get this excited about stuff. They walk through live eating cereal, walking the dog, kissing the wife goodbye and going to work with a tie that they've had for three years too long.
Me? I approach Masters week like a freshman in college approaches his first sleepover buddy. The first major of the year is golf Viagra. I can't get enough.
So, to kick off the week, as always, here is Jack Nicklaus in 1986. Best Masters ever.