Ah yes, it's that time of the year again.
You sit down to watch the last few holes at the Masters on Sunday evening and, by the time you've risen from your armchair, you've formulated your plan. You're going to drag the clubs down from the attic again. You're going to shake the mouse droppings out of those old Footjoys you left in the shed. And because you're going to play the country's best courses this year, you're going to read that instruction manual your cousin gave you for Christmas, as well.
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