Golf made me cry

Yes, golf made me cry. Not because I was swinging a golf club around and hurt myself. I am an incredible golfer. If you replace the word "incredible" with "semi-good", and you replace the word "golf" with "mini-golf", then yes I am. 

It's because of Bubba. Yup, Bubba Watson. I wasn't even really paying much attention to this whole "Master's" thing. It just appeared on our t.v. I think I remember playing with my baby and even taking a nap while it was on.

 I did, however, manage to see two things that I guess were pretty important. The first was this guy, Louis Oosthuizen, getting a hole in one. The commentator got my attention by saying something like "Come to papa!" Apparently it was only the fourth double-eagle in the history of the Masters. Guess what a double-eagle is also known as an albatross. Someone told me that. I don't know what an albatross is. I guess it's a double-eagle. Golf is like most sports. They can be very confusing with their wordage.

So the part that made me cry was when Bubba Watson hit his last ball and he won and started to cry too. Yes, watching other people on t.v cry makes me emotional too. I felt very happy for him. I had no idea who this guy was, but thank goodness ESPN was there to show a short video montage of his life. Soon I got filled in with the details of who this Bubba was. Thank you ESPN. 
He's very tall, has a wife, a new baby and seems just down right nice. I felt so connected with him. 
Also, he has a pink golf club. He is my new favorite golfer guy. Congrats to Bubba Watson for making golf semi-tolerable enough for me to pay attention.