The Masters is one of my favorite spectator events of the year, every year. For some reason this year is different. I’m trying to fake it. I’m searching my brain for the love. My favorite player Mr. Woods is back in the field. The story lines are endless, pure joy, pure golf history in the making. Golf fans look through a dreamlike lens, in an indescribable state of euphoria. For some reason this year is different. Maybe I’ll feel different when they put it in the air on Thursday or maybe the game that used to course through my blood is thinning. I’ll watch the par 3 contest today, a great tradition, and get back to you.