What do you when you’re in the UK and your brother is trying to win the Masters? You get drunk off champagne and live tweet it. Duh. It was like midnight over there when all of this was happening. That, plus all the nerves of watching your brother try to win the most important golf tournament in the world and I’d be doing the same damn thing. Talking smack to Spieth, telling his brother to turn down the green jacket, something about fat chicks, talking about his pet rat. Good times all around. I’d get drunk with PJ Willett for sure.