It's Masters Sunday and the boys are doing it the only way they know how—stuffing their faces with egg salad, pimento cheese, BBQ pork, and an irresponsible number of deviled eggs while washing it all down with beer and a generous pour of EH Taylor Barrel Proof.
Andy joins Mike and Alex as they attempt to watch golf but instead spiral into what might be their most dangerous idea yet: opening a gentleman's club next to a golf resort. From "shooting an eagle" bottle service to the Tiger Woods Special shuttle, this business plan goes from questionable to absolutely unapprovable in record time.
Meanwhile, Mike laughs so hard he considers medical intervention, Alex realizes his Augusta pine cone dreams are dead, and the group commits to finishing 24 deviled eggs… consequences be damned (mostly for their wives).
Also on the card: surprise "breast lift" texts that aren't what they seem, a loyalty program that rivals the FedEx Cup, and the horrifying concept of golfers trading "jerseys" on the 18th green.
Golf was watched. Eggs were eaten. Regrets are pending.
