Ah, The Masters
Don’t have time to write an article–maybe tomorrow–but there truly is nothing like it. Held at a club that represents everything distasteful about elitist America, it’s still the greatest golf tournament in the world.
And with Fred Couples and Phil Mickelson in the final pairing, one got to see the game at its best, both in terms of incredible shot making, but also two good friends competing and having a great time.
I’m a member of Avenel in MD, and they host a minor tournament there, but playing there when it’s set up for the tournament, with the rough as high as a giraffe’s nose, the greens slick and glass-like, you realize that no matter how well you play, the pros are in a different league. What they can do with a ball is absolute magic. What I can do with a ball is absolute magic too–it’s just black magic.
April 9th, 2006 at 8:22 pm
An anticlimactic finish, but at least it reminded us that Phil Mickelson has one honey of a wife.
April 9th, 2006 at 8:34 pm
Anticlimacic??? Honey of a wife. Suss, I’m shocked. Sure she’s gorgeous, sure she has a great body, sure she let us see some of it until she pulled her jacket closed.
But that’s all you got out of the Masters? Shame, I say, shame on thee.
Hmmm…brings to mind the expression, Georgia Peach, doesn’t it. Never mind that. It was about golf. Golf. That most noblest of pursuits. It’s not about young, nubile women who…oh never mind.
April 9th, 2006 at 9:18 pm
You won’t win this argument. That’s why you’re an aspiring pundit.
But the final round of Augusta is always fun to watch, gorgeous dames aside. Watching Mickelson and Couples play side by side was quite poetic.
April 9th, 2006 at 9:40 pm
Oh, sure, now you say it. before, you were drooling over Mrs. N. Don’t try to pretend you were paying attention to the game…you deviated prevert you.
April 9th, 2006 at 10:59 pm
Mrs. N? Any Nickelson?
Mark, hand me the shovel before you hurt yourself.
April 9th, 2006 at 11:00 pm
Oh crap. I fell victim to the “M not N” curse as well.
April 9th, 2006 at 11:22 pm
Here’s the shovel. You’ll need it.
April 10th, 2006 at 9:00 am
Thanks Nark.