I used to rank the majors in my head, but as I age and as I grow to appreciate each of the majors for the inherent joys of each, I have come to the conclusion that the first three majors are basically equal and the PGA is a distant fourth. I get really jacked up for the Masters every year. The memories that fill my head after watching the tournament for thirty years or more on television generally flood me when the event approaches. Some years the tournament is a bit of a snoozer, but it usually satisfies that atavistic hunger for spring golf. I also love the US Open because it is incredibly demanding and there is a bit of variety in the courses. Sometimes the USGA goes over the top, but I do like to see the professionals struggle to attain a worthy prize. Then there is the Open Championship. Truthfully, there is nothing like it in my mind. From the blurry images from the crane cameras that sway in the breeze to the fickle rolls and bounces of the golf ball to the nutty bunkers to the cruel burns to the respectful and lusty crowds, the Open Championship is pure magic.
After the Open Championship is done, I'm done with the majors. I'm like a kid who has finished the container of ice cream. I'm sated and it's time to move on to other pursuits. Sure, I'll watch the PGA, but unless I'm really interested in the golf course, I don't usually get hooked.