21 years ago I went to the Masters with my dad. We spent the night before at a motel about 90 minutes outside of Augusta and got up at 4am to be there right when the gates opened for the Friday round.

We saw Arnold Palmer play his final round, Tiger in his prime, and ate the pimento cheese sandwiches.

It was such a special day— and one of the last days we had together before he was diagnosed with c*ncer.

The Masters will always hold a very special place in my heart bc of the memories with my dad. It’s a life goal to take my kids there one day too.