What a nice weekend to watch the Masters. Only waves of snow to interrupt the proceedings. I'm bullish on Tiger, so it was a frustrating thing to watch. He only seemed to pick it up when he broke his club, while swinging on 11. Good eagle on 13, but big time birdie misses on 14 1nd 16 killed him.

So, Zach Johnson wins and according to CBS, I'll be watching him win many times from here on out. OK, whatever. And thank goodness, Jesus helped another player win. He apparently was rooting against everyone else. The highlight for me was when FIGJAM took a 7 on the first hole, so we didn't have to put up with him on his way to +11 for the tournament. Or toonament as they say at Augusta. As in, "Tigah, we don't take kindly to anyone expectoratin' on ah pristine toonament grounds." I think I saw him spittin' a whole lot this week, at least not in the cup a la Sergio Gargia.

The guy with the best 72-hole scorecard had to be Padraig Harrington, because of all the colors. For 72 holes, he had 38 pars, 15 birdies, an eagle, 15 bogeys, 2 double bogeys and a triple bogey for a +5 score for the event. He birdied the tough 17th hole twice, but bogeyed the par 3 fourth hole three out of four rounds. On the par 5 fifteenth hole, he went 8-4-7-6, offsetting his 4-5-4-3 on the par 5 thirteenth. He definitely got his money's worth.

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Checking in with Robyn Hitchcock. If you haven't listened to any of his music, get some.

You know, somebody has to stay on Alcatraz after dark. I think it would be cool. Maybe once.

Christmas can't come early enough. Bon Jovi action figures. You know, they give love a bad name. Bad name.

Exercise Yard

Luc Longley was not that great on the basketball court. But he saved his family during a fire in his home, and that's what really matters.

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None, it's Easter Sunday.