Whatever anyone may think of their gender politics, it's undeniable that at the Masters, they stage the greatest show in sports.
That much was obvious after golf's most thrilling tournament was won, fittingly, by maybe its most thrilling player on an action-packed, sun-soaked Easter Sunday afternoon.
Bubba Watson is a one-of-a-kind.
He's never had a golf lesson in his life and has a home-made swing that suits his go-for-broke personality; he's a high-energy bundle of nerves and prodigious length and boundless creativity with a limited attention span and a pink driver.
In his world, there is no punctuation.
Thoughts just shoot by, a million miles an hour; like a swarm of bees, they never stop distracting him.
At the presentation ceremony, instead of thinking about the magnitude of what he'd done, Bubba was staring at a helicopter in the sky and wanting to ask Charl Schwartzel, the defending champion presenting him with the green jacket - who's also a pilot - what kind of helico...