Yes, it’s that time again! The thirteenth month. The time when Augusta gets turned upside-down and inside-out and there are like famous people here and stuff.
I have never borne the full brunt of a Masters. For the last three years, I have spent Masters Week in blissful ignorance of the absurdity of Masters traffic, hiding out in Martinez.
This year, I get to drive to North Augusta every day of Masters Week. Including the weekend.
As Han Solo once said, “Here’s where the fun begins.”
Fortunately, I have this weekend to relax before the craziness starts…