It’s almost April, and that means it’s that glorious time once more: The Masters. For some reason I grew up without ever really watching professional sports, even if I played them. Basketball, baseball, soccer, football could never really hold my attention, but I could watch golf for hours. The main attraction, of course, was Tiger Woods. Personal indiscretions aside, he has always been my favorite athlete, and by far the most interesting person to watch. However, the Masters’ allure certainly comes with a price.
Whether by simple chance, the timing, or the cruel spite of some higher power, the Masters always falls right in the middle of exams or when I have a ton of papers due. Every year I tell myself that I’ll make sure to get everything done before then, and I don’t. Every year I tell myself I can just check in occasionally, and do my homework for most of it. I don’t. Every year, I tell myself I’ll just do it Sunday when Tiger’s not on. I don’t. As a result, I find myself with hours of homework and studying to do when the Master’s finally ends on Sunday night. And it’s not exactly easy to focus at that point….the Masters requires some pretty serious emotional investment, and even Tiger can’t win every single one (especially of late).
Yet I soldier on, with my subpar work and my addiction to what has been widely touted as one of the least exciting sports other than curling. However, its often worth it for moments like these.