Finally, I'm proven right (again). I have often tried to convince people that a vacation in Barbados can cure anything, even a shaky golf swing. Well, for all you doubters out there - notice how my boy Tiger won The Masters yesterday. Notice how he is once again the Number 1-ranked golfer in the world. In case you miss my point, here's a hint: Where did Tiger and the lovely Mrs. Tiger recently celebrate their nuptials? Are my waves hitting your beach? [That's some J-Jive for you].
Well, I watched the whole final round of the Masters yesterday with bated breath (except for when I was screaming at the top of my lungs...which, by the way, I am convinced caused Tiger's chipshot on 16 to finally drop into the hole after its gravity-defying pause at the edge of the cup). I am a huge Tiger fan (unlike that meanie, Josh Grubbs, over at youvegottalovesports.com) so here's a big shout out to my boy:
Congrats Tiger! You look pretty good in green to me.
Signed
Always in the sand, Sassy
P.S. Josh - don't hate the player.....
3 comments:
Let the big dog eat!
(Maybe Dimarco could've won if he didn't spend so much time dropping loogies all over the course.)
Did you notice Mickelson really seemed to be rooting for Tiger?
--The Boz
Yeah - I never did like DiMarco and his retarded "claw" putting grip. Add that to his disgusting habit of hawking loogies...ugh! That's so gross.
I think Lefty and El Tigre are friends off the course.
It's true - no one can beat Tiger at the mental game. I knew DiMarco was done for when it went to a play off. Tiger approaches sudden death as sudden life. DiMarco choked.
Oh - and it all makes sense to me now - the whole Grubbs perspective. Now that I know he likes the Grease 2 movie soundtrack...well, it all makes sense. Let me guess - he likes show tunes too? And Barbra Streisand, right? Cher, perhaps?
:o) Nothing but love, Brother Grubbs.
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