Angel Cabrera won the Masters yesterday. And to be honest, I like Angel Cabrera. I like that he looks like he's downed a few pints in his day. I like that he smokes. (Because not every athlete should be a fitness freak.) I like it that he somehow managed to hit a tree on the 18th hole, growl like a bear in dismay, and then make a miraculous par to stay alive in a playoff. And let's be honest, Kenny Perry gave away the Masters. Up two shots with two holes to play, all he needed was one par and he couldn't close the deal. To see his kids and his wife behind the green, dying with every bungled chip or wayward iron shot, was heartbreaking.