You already know you're supposed to go to the Masters before you die. But there's a wrong way to do it (polite clapping) and a right way (pimento-cheese-and-Molly sandwich in the parking lot). Wherever you go, the key is not to get too pious about your pilgrimage. These are quasi-religious journeys, sure—but you're also supposed to have fun. So join us as we hit the greatest ballpark, field house, tailgate, road trip, and bike race in the land, plus the once-in-a-lifetime event that no American should miss