Growing up, my family had the best backyard on the block. My old man carved out a rudimentary burrow in the ground, placed a cup at its foundation, planted a stick, adorned it with a Masters flag and voila, we had our own personal golf hole. I thought it was the greatest personal practice facility in the world.
That is, until I saw Mark Wahlberg's Instagram post of his new backyard golf complex:
Never have I felt such much awe, anger, jealously and childhood angst all at once.