Impressive start by big cat, but tomorrow’s round will be much more telling as he’s actually in the afternoon wave tomorrow. Afternoon rounds are statistically higher scoring because the wind picks up by the time they’re on the course, shot shaping is more difficult, greens are littered with spike and fine pitch marks, on top of being a much faster surface due to the aforementioned wind drying the greens out.
Best take on here in a long time. The midweek game also lends itself to catching the course not being elbow to asshole. I still have my Sunday game but, I met most of the faces that rotate in that Sunday game on a random Thursday afternoon.
T-dub brings more eyes to it, but I’m with my boy 19th on this one. Uncle Phil’s 6 iron from the straw to 6 feet is better than any great chipping read. While it took a lot of skill to read and hit that shot, the element of luck comes in when you get around the green.
She would want to pick Todd’s best man out for him. Here’s to hoping her bridal suite on the big day has a bed bug infestation and is hotter and more humid than the 8th layer of hell so her hair goes flat and her makeup doesn’t stand a chance.
Tonight: Prime Rib the size of a hubcap and cheesed egg rolls, with copious amounts of draft Amber Bock with couple friends.
Tomorrow: Trout fishing and checking our farm to make sure the wildlife is eating well and a controlled burn or two.
Sunday: 18 with the boys for the first time since off season hand surgery at a place we had to beg to get on. Hooters post round for the race.
I second 19th’s assertion about crazy girls and their “skills”. They treat it like it’s a championship main event. They’ll pull out all the stops to make you forget about how terrible they are with their clothes on.
If my Dad were only a Trans-Atlantic flight away, I’d go broke commuting there. He wasn’t perfect, as none of us are. You only get one in this life, and once they’re really gone, there isn’t a flight you can hop or a phone you can dial to reach out. You’re both men now, so if I were you, I’d try anything I could to fix it, because there are a lot of ya who’d go through anything just to say “Hey Dad, what’s up?”
I just got back from my lifelong friend’s wedding five hours away last night on what was a literal sixty hour bender after taking Friday off. I slept for 5 1/2 hours total. Tomorrow, I travel another five hours one way by car with Mrs. and Little Bogey for a doctors appointment that’ll take all of twenty minutes. This should’ve been published about four hours ago, as I currently cruise somewhere between insomnia and crippling aches while I can still smell well liquor from the wedding seeping out of my pores.
Speaking from experience, an arm cast in winter is no bueno.
Also, why not wear gloves? The exact same thing happened to my buddy on our trip over the holidays. That hill too looked like the floor of a Civil War medical tent.
It sounded like her technique for the filets was pretty on point not to have a grill. There’s only one way you can screw that up. I’ll say she succeeds 6 out of 10 on those.
On behalf of all Brett’s, this guy is doing a real solid for our brand. Of all the others I’ve ever encountered, it goes one of two ways: major douche stick in the mud, or let’s watch the world burn together.
Slow down Cochise! That last text gave me enough anxiety to want to spend my grocery money on fun lettuce, hole up in my guest bedroom, and watch King of the Hill until the Masters.
Advertise
Where are my Reds fans at? Anybody?…Hello?…
Which for me turned into endless joy of sending Venmo receipts(although much earlier than expected) of overconfident and pompous UVa fans.
While quoting my cousin who is the PIO in BFE, TN. I just assumed that everyone outside of Appalachia knew their meth lab trivia.
I see there are some Tiger fan boys in the house, downvote me to the 8th degree of hell for all I care, I am just telling you the way this works.
Impressive start by big cat, but tomorrow’s round will be much more telling as he’s actually in the afternoon wave tomorrow. Afternoon rounds are statistically higher scoring because the wind picks up by the time they’re on the course, shot shaping is more difficult, greens are littered with spike and fine pitch marks, on top of being a much faster surface due to the aforementioned wind drying the greens out.
Wow. That’s a flavor of crazy I’m not sure any man could handle. Tough luck on the night but, better luck in the long run for sure.
Best take on here in a long time. The midweek game also lends itself to catching the course not being elbow to asshole. I still have my Sunday game but, I met most of the faces that rotate in that Sunday game on a random Thursday afternoon.
T-dub brings more eyes to it, but I’m with my boy 19th on this one. Uncle Phil’s 6 iron from the straw to 6 feet is better than any great chipping read. While it took a lot of skill to read and hit that shot, the element of luck comes in when you get around the green.
She would want to pick Todd’s best man out for him. Here’s to hoping her bridal suite on the big day has a bed bug infestation and is hotter and more humid than the 8th layer of hell so her hair goes flat and her makeup doesn’t stand a chance.
Tonight: Prime Rib the size of a hubcap and cheesed egg rolls, with copious amounts of draft Amber Bock with couple friends.
Tomorrow: Trout fishing and checking our farm to make sure the wildlife is eating well and a controlled burn or two.
Sunday: 18 with the boys for the first time since off season hand surgery at a place we had to beg to get on. Hooters post round for the race.
I second 19th’s assertion about crazy girls and their “skills”. They treat it like it’s a championship main event. They’ll pull out all the stops to make you forget about how terrible they are with their clothes on.
KFC chicken-good.
KFC biscuits-garbage, an insult to biscuits to call that hockey puck of flour and salt a biscuit.
If my Dad were only a Trans-Atlantic flight away, I’d go broke commuting there. He wasn’t perfect, as none of us are. You only get one in this life, and once they’re really gone, there isn’t a flight you can hop or a phone you can dial to reach out. You’re both men now, so if I were you, I’d try anything I could to fix it, because there are a lot of ya who’d go through anything just to say “Hey Dad, what’s up?”
TGDAG: Swing with Todd’s crush
I just got back from my lifelong friend’s wedding five hours away last night on what was a literal sixty hour bender after taking Friday off. I slept for 5 1/2 hours total. Tomorrow, I travel another five hours one way by car with Mrs. and Little Bogey for a doctors appointment that’ll take all of twenty minutes. This should’ve been published about four hours ago, as I currently cruise somewhere between insomnia and crippling aches while I can still smell well liquor from the wedding seeping out of my pores.
Speaking from experience, an arm cast in winter is no bueno.
Also, why not wear gloves? The exact same thing happened to my buddy on our trip over the holidays. That hill too looked like the floor of a Civil War medical tent.
It sounded like her technique for the filets was pretty on point not to have a grill. There’s only one way you can screw that up. I’ll say she succeeds 6 out of 10 on those.
Brb. I have a similar arrangement for today.
On behalf of all Brett’s, this guy is doing a real solid for our brand. Of all the others I’ve ever encountered, it goes one of two ways: major douche stick in the mud, or let’s watch the world burn together.
Slow down Cochise! That last text gave me enough anxiety to want to spend my grocery money on fun lettuce, hole up in my guest bedroom, and watch King of the Hill until the Masters.