Friend’s Picks…The Masters Edition

And it’s time to start tournament play at The Masters.  It doesn’t get any better folks.  I’d like to go ahead and apologize for the all the Masters related content you are about to be inundated with over the next four days.  It’s coming…like Winter.

I reached out to a bunch of my friends to get their picks this year…here’s who they’ve got:

Mrs. RCS (Ladies first): Kuchar…duh.

Emmie Howard of Southern Proper: I’m going with Jordan Spieth

The Peach State Pride crew:
Keri Beth Chitwood: Matt Kuchar…Go Georgia Tech!
Derek Chitwood: Rory
   Jason Payne: Russell Henley…Go Dawgs!

Caroline Fontenot of Back Down South and her super-cool husband Mark: I’m hoping to cry over another Bubba win. Mark thinks it’s gonna be Rory.

Josh & Odini of Res Ipsa: We’re going to go with Dustin Johnson to win in Augusta, with Bubba as a want-him-to-win-but-won’t pick.

Charles Nelson of Nelson’s Green Briar Distillery – the producers of Belle Meade Bourbon: Brandt Snedeker! I had and art class with him in high school!

Gregg Donnelly of Jack Donnelly: Keegan Bradley

K. Cooper Ray of Social Primer: Jason Dufner…WDE

The State Traditions crew:
John: Jordan Spieth
Maury: I got Kuchar
Keith: Jordan Spieth is my pick..he’s on a mission.

TJ Callaway, Founder and CEO of Onward Reserve: Let’s stick with Rory – he’ll win eventually!

Grant Hewitt of Hudson Sutler: Adam Scott

The Criquet Shirts boys:
Billy – Miguel Angel Jiminez, or MAJ as I like to call him.  After last years 3rd round 66, another year of stogies and wine in the system, and overall general seasoning that all men can take inspiration from, how could I not pull for The Most Interesting Man in Golf.
Hobson: I’m picking Spieth. I know, he’s kind of a lame pick but kid has chops.

The Martin Dingman pick from the Ozarks:  Gotta go with Bubba!

Claude Pope of Bald Head Blues: I think Dustin Johnson is going to win…. he’s a big hitter and can work the ball around the corners.

John Ashworth of Linksoul: I gotta go with my Linksoul Bro’s, either Geoff Ogilvy or Ryan Moore.

Jeff Swedberg of Orvis: I’ve thought about this all week. After seeing Snedeker bounce it off the rocks at Bay Hill I think luck is on his side. Vegas has him 45/1. That’s who I’m going with even though I always have a soft spot for the big easy. I’m sure Rory will be in the mix too.

Micah Whitson of The Old Try: I got Jordan Spieth coming in tops.

Steve DeWalle of JT Spencer: Jordan Spieth!

Shawn Reed of Form Function Form: Patrick Reed; we’re related*. (*note, absolutely no evidence that we are related). I’ll get excited if Tiger plays, or Mickelson does well.

Nathan Propst of Atlantic Drift: I’m going to say Jordan Spieth, but I’ll be cheering for my fellow NC boy, Webb Simpson.

My Advisor: Jordan Spieth puts on a putting clinic and hits it straight just enough to win his first major

My Lawyer: Tiger Woods. Because I said so.

The official Red Clay Soul pick: Freddy “Boom Boom” Couples.  He always plays well at Augusta, and we’re due for another Nicklaus ’86 or Crenshaw ’95 moment…

Who you got?

The Masters Champions Dinner….Really, Bubba?

One of the best parts about The Masters and Augusta National is all the traditions.  They are everywhere.  It gives the tournament as well as the club a certain mystique that is unparalleled.  One of the traditions is the Champions Dinner that is held on Tuesday night of Masters week.  Masters champions only.  Green jacket required.

The previous years’ winner gets to pick the menu.  Anything he wants.  Bubba Watson, who is one of the more colorful personalities on tour (and one of the least liked) had a chance to make everyone happy with an awesome menu…but what did he do?


Really?  Grilled chicken, green beans, corn, mashed potatoes, and mac and cheese?  Sounds like you tossed a Hungry Man frozen dinner in the microwave.  Come on, Bubba??!!  You are one of the least basic guys on tour – why serve such a basic menu?

Now, not to cast stones, but when I win the Masters, this is what I’ll serve:


Arugula Salad with Lemon Vinaigrette Dressing
Pickled Vegetables
King’s Hawaiian Rolls (a nod to my dad)


Mrs. RCS’s Chicken Piccata (a nod to the wife)
Fettuccine Alfredo
Lemon Roasted Asparagus



What do you think?  What would you serve?

Friends & Family Sale at East Dane

Head’s up, readers…the good folks at East Dane are having their Friends and Family sale right now…that’s 25% off your ENTIRE order.  Great stuff over there – the normal APC, Apolis, and Rag & Bone, but there is also some really good spring stuff in from Arc’Teryx, Mr. Gray, and Billy Reid.  Give it a look..but do it quick.  The sale ends April 12th…

‘Gatewood Dooper at The Masters’ by Lewis Grizzard

How about a little Lewis Grizzard to keep the Masters week going?


Augusta-The press corps that covers the Masters at Augusta National ranks just above the guys with the pointed sticks who go around the course picking up paper “the best gallery in golf” strews from Flowering Paranoia to Blooming Threeputtomia.

I was lucky enough this year not to qualify for a Genuine, Official, Keep-It-Pinned-on-Your-Person-at-All-Times press badge.

So I have set up shop in a tree overlooking the beautiful par-three 12th. I have disguised myself as Tom Weiskopf having a nervous breakdown.

Tom Weiskopf is one of my favorite golfers. Last year, he shot a bad round in the Masters and stormed out of the locker room with a number of reporters in hot pursuit. He slammed the screen door that leads to the clubhouse grill with such force it knocked the frown off a Pinkerton man.

“Tommy takes a bad round hard,” somebody said. They should take away his shoelaces and hide all sharp objects while Weiskopf is on the grounds.

The toughest thing about being a member of the press corps for the Masters tournament is the players’ interviews. Contending players sit on a platform in the press barn while grown men from Tokyo to Tuscaloosa write down everything the golfers say concerning the day’s rounds.

The fun part is when a golfer “goes over his round.” Going over one’s round is describing in full detail every blow struck for 18 holes.

“On number 1, I hit a driver 267 yards just to the right, hit an eight-iron 23 feet, six inches from the pin, etc., etc.”

It is not as boring as watching wheelchair needlepoint, but it is close. I have this recurring fantasy about listening to a golfer go over his round. I know what Nicklaus did. He hit a drive down the middle 4,000 yards, hit a wedge to the stick and tapped it in with his middle finger. On 16, he walked across the water to the green after holing his tee shot. That’s everyday stuff.

I want them to bring in Gatewood Dooper from the Clubfoot Links in Oshkosh who got into the tournament by some strange quirk of Masters eligibility fate and then played like a goat with muscular dystrophy.

Let me hear him go over his round with the world’s press assembled. Here is Gatewood Dooper describing his 107, worst round in Masters history:

“On the first tee, I wet my pants. That’s a two-stroke penalty and very embarrassing. I was hitting three on my opening drive. It landed in a trap. I wound up with a nine. My wife went back to the car.

“On 2, I went into the trap again. The one behind number 3 green. I managed to save double bogey. My sponsor made an obscene gesture and went looking for my wife.

“On 3, 4 and 5, I had bogeys. My caddy agreed to stay for one more hole. I triple-bogeyed 6 and he went back to my car, too. To slice my tires.

“At 7, I hit a spectator. I had to. He came at me with a rock.

“I made the turn at 17-over. Before I teed off on 10, the tournament committee asked me to withdraw, my wife came back to the course and asked me for a divorce, and my sponsor stripped his company’s name off my bag and hat.

“I fell into the lake on 12. One of the marshals pushed me. My drive went into the crowd lining the fairway at 13. I had to take another penalty. They hid my ball.

“Number 14 and number 15 were both disasters. At 16, they threw beer at me. At 17, I twisted my ankle. My playing partner tripped me. At 18, they sang “Turkey in the Straw” while I tried to hit out of the rough.

“After I finally putted out, they put my card in the paper shredder and I had to hightail it to the locker room. The tournament committee had ordered sniper fire from the roof of Ike and Mamie’s cottage.”

Tough luck, Gatewood, but hang in there. From the nearest magnolia. Incidentally, Tommy Weiskopf usually brings extra rope.


…it doesn’t get any better, folks.  Lewis is the man.

Opening Day Braves Thoughts

The Braves just released their opening day lineup.  The legendary Lou Brown sums it up best:



Folks, Masters week is here.  I was like a kid waking up on Christmas morning today, and that feeling is going to repeat itself through Sunday.

To kick it off, my good friend Martin Dingman and I want to give one lucky reader the chance of a decade – a green alligator leather money clip.  This is the real deal, folks.  Alligator leather.  And it’s green.  How appropriate for this week?

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Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached the final week of the Peach State Pride X RCS #GeorgiaBBQ Bracket Challenge.  We have gone from 64 BBQ spots down to the final four.  We’ve got Southern Soul in St. Simons, Holcomb’s in Greensboro, Big Shanty in Kennesaw, and Zeb’s in Danielsville.

Final Four voting will run through Wednesday night at 10PM ET.  Keep in mind, every vote counts.  Tell your friends…


And let’s hear it – who’s the best?