Friday morning, April 6, 2012. Day 2 of the 2012 Masters. The tradition unlike any other takes place at the historic Augusta National Golf Club in Augusta, Georgia.

Thousands will attend and millions will watch the event on television.

No other sporting contest can compare to Augusta.

From its magnificent Magnolia Lane to the breathtaking Azalea line fairways, Augusta pulsates with the scintillating memories of days

gone by, and the electric vibrations of modern day competition, vibrations that are physically felt when you first walk onto these hallowed

grounds as a patron or player, vibrations that stir your loins from the ground up.

Wow, wait a minute.

It is said that your first time at Augusta is like your first time

with a woman. What? And in many cases you tremble with anticipation. Ticket in

hand as this lovely lady unfolds before you, scrubbed and trimmed, gently

perfumed and waiting for your advances. She needs little coaxing to seduce

you as she has seduced so many before you.

Thousands, no millions have.

They've had her.

They've had their way with her.

As she takes all comers,

willingly showing no favorites, giving herself lustfully to all who pay

for admission to her bounty, satisfying all, disappointing none.

She is a skilled mistress, and her talent as a partner has no

equal. For once you have had her you are ruined for all others and you will want to

come back for seconds and thirds and thirds and perhaps every year until you can no longer walk.

The lady does not tease.

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