So: Bubba Watson has won the 2012 Masters Tournament, and now the blogosphere has done its best to imbue that solemn major victory with a bunch of meanings within the zeitgeist. At The Washington Post, then, a story about Bubba's compulsory hugging, which is apparently only the most recent evidence of an ongoing embrace epidemic. (Now, me, I am neither for nor against hugs, although I find the suggestion that the hug is spreading because the person who wants a hug will always win a hug standoff kind of convincing.)

Elsewhere, a USA Today blogger, Reid Cherner, notes that Bubba Watson tossed out a steady stream of long odds to anybody who dare bet on him, moving from 45-1 all the way to 3-2 in the final playoff. This, of course, is more important—more fundamental—to an American's love of sports than hugging; if there's one thing we seem confusingly fond of, it's talking about the odds whether we bet on the event or not.

Though if you did bet on it, and you tell a friend about it, you'll probably get a hug.