This is what happens when your family wants dinner! I decide to concede The Masters to Kenny Perry so I could go cook spaghetti, and all hell breaks loose.

Sigh…

If there’s any consolation for being wrong most of the time, as I am when it comes to this tournament, it seems, is that on the bigger prediction of who would eventually win, I was actually right.

Of course, so was my irascible yet esteemed colleague Ron Mon.

Congrats, Angel! You are a two-time major winner.

(Just be sure to check your scorecard before signing it!)

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