Grace Charis Challenges Augusta Dress Code, Phil Dominated The Masters Dinner & Hosts Get Testy During Eclipse
Nothing like a Wednesday at The Masters. The best.
Everyone's in a good mood, the WAGs are out caddying, Tiger Woods isn't limping yet, birds are chirping their asses off. It's beautiful.
Mix in a little Grace Charis Live from Augusta, and we are having ourselves a DAY. Optimism through the roof. It's all systems go, so let's get GOING.
Welcome to a Hump Day Nightcaps – the one where we hit the links with Grace, break down the Masters champions dinner, and defend Lunchables like the heroes we are.
What else? It's been a while, but I have no choice but to update the aviation list today, because it's just downright silly at this point. We also had a Mexican news station get fooled by the ol' eclipse-nuts prank on live TV, so that was fun.
We've all been there before – myself included – but it's still jarring every single time it happens. What a damn country!
Grab a drink while you watch the Par-3 tourney and settle in for a Masters Eve Nightcaps!
Grace Charis is ready for a big Masters weekend
Obviously, this is gonna be a golf-centric class. I've also gone cold in my MLB bets after an absolute sizzling week, so I need something else to focus on while I regroup.
(Just kidding! I NRFI'd the Cardinals-Phillies game this afternoon and LOST thanks to an error. We are ROLLING!)
Anyway, in true Masters week form, we have a couple heavyweights doing battle. Paige Spiranac donned her green jacket on Monday, and rival Grace Charis – who showed absolutely no respect to Paige last year and copied her look – did the same earlier today.
Bonus: Grace is actually in Augusta right now. Boots on the ground is always appreciated in the influencer game, so she gets a point.
Another year, another elite Masters picture
Strong stuff out of Grace here. Following the Big Cat around? No-brainer.
Just keep your distance, please. We don't need Tiger's eyes wandering on Masters eve when he's already got a no-sex rule in place. Big weekend for Big Cat. No chances.
Also: what are the chances he actually plays all four rounds? I think he'll make the cut because it's Augusta and he could probably do it from a wheelchair, but he'll be hobbling by Day 3. I love Tiger, but that's a guarantee at this point.
Now, let's dive into the annual Champions Dinner pic, which is right up there with the NFL coaches picture as my favorite photoshoot of the year.
Mix in the underlying LIV vs. PGA battle, and it's a blogger's dream. What I'd give to be a fly on this wall:
Chris Young has had ENOUGH of your nonsense
That Bubba Watson throwback is still funny all these years later. I mean, just the worst possible dinner menu imaginable.
If I were out to eat, and looked at the menu, and picked the exact three things I would never, in a million years, order, it would be a caesar salad, grilled chicken breast and confetti cake.
If you get a grilled chicken breast at a restaurant, you're a simpleton who just hates food and picks the most boring thing on the menu. Chicken breasts suck. They're by far the worst dinner option, not only when you're out, but at home.
I dare anyone to realistically tell me they've made a well-cooked chicken breast. You can't. It's not possible. You can grill it, bake it, roast it, put it in a crock pot, do that stupid sous vide thing – it doesn't matter. It's gonna be disgusting.
What a rant! Let's have a beer with Chris Young and get focused back in:
Aviation list, ballsy eclipse & they're coming for our lunchables
I despise concerts, wouldn't go if you paid me, and this is part of the reason why. It's just chaos. Pure, raw, chaos.
People are tanked out of their minds, you can barely understand the songs anyway because the speakers are blaring at the highest level known to man, and it's mostly just a bunch of snot-nosed kids littering the show with their dumbassery.
Chris Young should've gone through with it and sent this kid to the moon. Enough is enough. Forget security. Forget talking. Just do it, Chris. For all of us.
"It was him, but that little shit looked me right in the face and said it wasn’t."
Little shit is such a demoralizing insult, by the way. Always funny.
Rapid-fire time on this hump day Masters eve! First up? It's been a while, so let's just get on with it:
You know the drill …
In the last three months we've had:
- Alaska Boeing Max loses a door mid-flight.
- Atlas Air blows an engine in the sky.
- Guy in Utah gets sucked into a commercial airliner while running on tarmac.
- Another Max plane gets dinged because of pesky loose bolts.
- Wheel nearly comes off commercial flight right before takeoff.
- United CEO is also a drag queen.
- Virgin flight missing bolts.
- Holes mis-drilled in new Max planes.
- A pair of JetBlue planes collide at Logan
- Perfectly-sane Britney Spears pilots a plane
- NYC bound plane makes a U-turn because of a fire in the cockpit
- Helicopter makes a U-turn four seconds after liftoff, winds up stuck between a building a light pole
- United flight bursts into flames mid-flight
- United pilot patches together a window before takeoff
Amazing. Truly, truly amazing. Does United just hang it up at this point? Would YOU fly on United right now? No shot. Could you imagine seeing that before takeoff? I mean, it's third-world country crap. What are we doing here?
Thanks, Mayor Pete!
Next? Ever been fooled by the nuts-eclipse video? Of course you have. Ever done it while on live TV?
No, I'm not putting the actual video in here. We have class at Nightcaps. Sorry. No nuts around here. Not on my watch.
If you need to see 'em, click HERE! There. See? Easy.
Finally, remember Lunchables? Arguably the greatest part of our childhoods, right up there with cinnamon toast crunch, poptarts, hot pockets and pizza rolls?
Well, they're still around, and they're under attack from the health wokes:
Take us into the Masters, Karin Hart
Hey, losers – if we wanna die because of a little too much lead in our Lunchables, then so be it. It's a free country.
Doug Heffernan once said he'd prefer to die happy as he downed a toaster strudel, and I'm with him. leave us alone. Leave our Lunchables alone.
Mount Rushmore of 90s food? Sure!
- Kid Cuisine (the tacos, preferably)
- Cinnamon Toast Crunch (mainly the milk after)
- Ham & Cheese hot pocket (elite)
- Toasted cinnamon poptart with butter
My God, I was so fat as a kid.
Take us home, Karin Hart. What a week for golf influencers.
See you tomorrow.
OutKick Nightcaps is a daily column set to run Monday through Friday at 4 p.m. (roughly, we’re not robots).
Paige Spiranac, Grace Charis or Karin Hart? Email me at Zach.Dean@OutKick.com.