I know how you feel buddy...

This is basically the same gesture that my golf mad boss offered me first thing this morning.

Not because I had just thrown away the Masters just like young Jordan Speith last night but because I made the stupid decision, after watching the entire tournament for the previous three days, to go to bed just before the doofus decided to implode and blow the whole tournament wide open. What a bonehead I am. I missed all the action and witness the first Englishman to win the coveted green jacket in 25 years. I blame running. If I didn't run I wouldn't have been tired and if I wasn't tired I'd have been able to stay up and watch it.

Ratssssss!