I’m Going To The 2006 Masters
My NEW best friend Bob talked to me in the parking lot after our men’s league yesterday and brought up the idea of me going to The Masters. “If I was interested.”
To say I was interested would have been the understatement of the century. Would the world’s biggest golf addict pass up a chance to see heaven before he dies? I told him he’d be on the Christmas list, the buy him a beer every time I see him list, and the I’ll mow your lawn and pull your weeds list. “Can I get that door for you Bob? Oh, I’ll pick up lunch today Bob! Bob, can I shine up those irons for you? Oh Bob, I’ll rake that trap for you. And Bob, don’t worry about that big divot you made. I’ll fix it for you…”
I told him that thanks to him, I may not sleep FOR A YEAR.
I’ll be saving up my dough so I can buy pimento & cheese sandwiches….oh and perhaps a few HUNDRED Masters souvenirs. And no I won’t be selling them on eBay.
I sent a letter to Hootie suggesting I be the inaugural blogger to the 2006 Masters. With any luck, a different one of us will cover the tournament each year!
And I hear the pimento sandwiches are still just $1.25!
Great minds think alike Bunker. My goal is to be the first blogger to get a press credential at the Masters.
Ohhh I’m hungry!