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.