A drinking game unlike any other: The Masters drinking game
No matter where I live in the world, I never feel like spring has begun until Masters Week. During The Masters, the nascent golf season is so full of promise and hope, it seems inconceivable that inevitably, at some point, my hook will come back, or I’ll cycle through a half-dozen putters just hoping to recapture my ability to get the ball into gimme range.
What is it that makes the season’s first major so special? The bucolic confines of Augusta National? The august tradition, which is, we are told repeatedly, “unlike any other"? Or just because it’s first on the calendar?
What I do know is that this year’s Masters will be extra awesome because of the new drinking game forwarded to me by the inveterate tipplers at Royal and Awesome golf apparel. You don’t need to wear the company’s eye-catching, irreverent trousers to have fun slugging down beers and shots, but it can’t hurt.
Based on the rules – printed in their alcoholic glory below (as well as on the website linked to above) – the only thing that will hurt will be my head Friday through Sunday of Masters Week.
But hey, the season is young, and hope and libations spring eternal. My calendar is cleared, by bar is stocked, and my swing flaws don’t look nearly as ugly through the amber lenses of my beer goggles. Yes sir!
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