If you ever dreamed of walking the 12th hole of the Augusta National Golf Course during the Masters Tournament but the price was certain to your ass ’til Tuesday, then today is that day.  Never before in the history of the 75 year-old tournament have badges been so cheap and easily obtainable to the general public .  Blame the ecomomy, blame AIG or blame Congress for calling out corporate executives on their frivolous spending habits and ridiculously excessive bonuses, but the fact of the matter is, demand is way down and the opportunity exists for fans to attend the last two days of the Granddaddy of All Golf Tournaments for as less than half of the price of years past.

One day badges  for Thursday and Friday, which typically run between $1000 to $2000 a day sold on the secondary market for $175 to $500. Prices for the weekend are expected to remain about the same, but buyer beware.  Brokers on the web are continuing to post ridiculous prices hoping to catch a few last-minute diehards still packing expendable incomes. I spoke with Andrew at the Austin Ticket Company today and he says prices in Augusta are a great bit lower than the prices you will see online.  So, if you are serious and want to go, pick up the phone and call your ticket broker or give Andrew a call in Augusta: 706.410.1431.

On Thursday, April 9th, some of the best golfers from around the world will head to Augusta, Georgia for the 72-hole, four-day-long 2009 Masters tournament to compete for the coveted Green Jacket (and a butt-load of cash). But for some foolish reason, this event is men-only. And any fool knows that the best way to make anything that’s men-only a hell of a lot better is to add a ton of super hot chicks! Which is precisely what we’ve done here with Gorgeous Girls Golfing: Masters Edition. These ladies will make you want to (insert hole-in-one joke here…).

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As if the New York City heat wave wasn’t hell-sent enough, it chose to hit at the exact moment that the air conditioning in our cluttered intern’s den became kaput. Working at this music television station had simply become one crazy story after the next.

The other day I was asked to get one of the VJ’s dogs groomed and was given an anal leakage prescription that, to my horror (this is my luck we’re talking about) got carried away by a breeze and was handed back to me by a beautiful, beautiful (somewhat queasy-looking) but beautiful boy. Anal leakage is not such a cute ‘So how’d you two meet?’ type of story. So, I bailed pronto.

Anyway that was the other day, today was today, and today I was sweating like a recovering nymphomaniac who’d accidentally stumbled into a brothel. The glory of it all was that miraculously, the AC had only died out in our small cubicle encrusted room, so no one with any actual power had any desire to get it fixed anytime soon.

Oh, the agony of a summer internship.

I was immersed in checking for evidence of the dreaded pit stain (little ones already and it was only nine, boo) when my boss Pierre came to what seemed like my rescue, informing me that I’d be working in the filming studio today. I clapped my hands together, this I’d never done before! (more…)