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Chester's Green Jacket Dreams: When Chickens Crash The Masters
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Chester's Green Jacket Dreams: When Chickens Crash The Masters

Chester dreams of the green jacket as The Masters 2026 approaches. Rory McIlroy defends his title while chickens plot their invasion of Augusta National's hallowed grounds.

Chickenpie02·04·2026

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