Tiger Woods Nukes One Into The Masters Gallery, Knocks Out At Least A Dozen Fans

It's Moving Day at The Masters and Tiger Woods is in contention for a green jacket. 

Nope – it ain't 2005, either! It's still 2024. You're not dreaming. You're awake, you're alive, and you're ready to roll with the Big Cat as we all chase a collective sixth green jacket together. 

What a Saturday we have staring us in our fat faces. Does anyone on this planet have it better than us today? Trick question. 

Of COURSE they don't. This country is the best, and it's really the best when Tiger Woods is hitting nukes at Augusta. 

Never thought we'd see THIS again from the Big Cat, but we did yesterday afternoon, and it was beautiful. Potentially deadly, but beautiful nonetheless:

Start your Masters moving day with Tiger Woods hitting nukes into the gallery 

BOOOOOOM! Head on a swivel, folks. 

Eldrick Tiger Woods is coming through with an absolute NUKE from the Augusta pine straw. Piss missile right here from Tiger, and an absolutely perfect way to get us all hyped for a huge day of golf. 

The weather looks warm, there's no rain, the mini-hurricane that came through yesterday is gone, and Tiger has a pair of functioning legs on a Saturday at The Masters. 

Cue up Verne. Cue up Jimbo Nantz. Someone have Dottie following Tiger everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE. If he takes a piss, I wanna know about it. It's all hands on deck today. 

I think we're all in for a special afternoon. And remember, if you're heading out there today, maybe have those eyes peeled when the Big Cat's hitting one straight at you from 120 yards away. 

Otherwise, you'll go down like a bunch of bowling pins and wake up in what I assume is a very nice, upscale Augusta National infield care center with some pretty severe brain damage. 

Hell of a way to go, though. 

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Zach grew up in Florida, lives in Florida, and will never leave Florida ... for obvious reasons. He's a reigning fantasy football league champion, knows everything there is to know about NASCAR, and once passed out (briefly!) during a lap around Daytona. He swears they were going 200 mph even though they clearly were not.