Today marks the opening of The Masters and I'll be glued to the "action". I just can't get enough of the hushed commentary of those seasoned announcers. I especially love the British guy, who would never in a million years talk trash about the game's ultimate playa, Tiger Woods. I also get goosebumps when the quiet crowd erupts: "Get in the hole!" No matter how you feel about a game where grown men chase a little white ball, you've got to admit that's a pretty damn good sports cheer. Here's what's even cuckoo-nuttier: I don't just like to watch, I play, too. Oh, I'm terrible. My middle name is Mulligan, but it's one of the few sports -- besides bowling -- where drinking is encouraged while you're doing it. (Maybe that's one reason I'm so terrible.) I really love The 19th Hole. That's code for "the bar"/Leslie Kelly, Seattle Blogs (featuring SR staffer Ralph Walter, photo above). More here.

Question: Have you golfed this year? Are you any good? Or do you prefer playing the 19th Hole?