I just found out today that my former best friend’s Masters tickets were pulled. That would be the friend that was TAKING ME for 4 days.
Apparently his tickets were originally his deceased father’s. He was going to the tournament posing as his father or something like that. Someone apparently tattled on him and he lost the “privilege” to be a “patron.”
Talk about letting the air out of the balloon. I’m deflated for sure. But I’m still hoping to get my letter back from Augusta National informing me that I made the lottery for practice round tickets….
Daly Planet: Almost as bad as the Natalie Gulbis show