Sherpa Golf!

Thursday Golf

Frost delay: high 20s … duh!  

The backup looks like a base camp with Sherpas separated into fours, blowing smoke into their hands, crossed arms patting the padding to keep the circulation going, bodies tilting back and forth to keep their legs from revolting. 

And now the introduction of wind applies another measure of misery—and/or excuse.

Heard today on the course:

"You ever notice that watching Raggio playing golf is like watching someone falling off a ladder?"

"Ladder?! Scaffold!"

"He calls his driver Feast or Famine.”

"That driver hasn't seen a meal in months!”

They might at least have whispered it!

Dick reminded me today of his comment on drinking: "I drink for effect!"  Love that man (now that I have my 805 back!).

My Phelps lesson paid dividends today: While not on every drive, some, when I remembered the comment, were smile-makers.  Fred: YOUR FAULT, THANK YOU!

Lyle was back, good to see him; the temperature difference between Oahu and base camp clearly angered his hat.

For those who celebrate Christmas, have a happy one or merry one, or whatever they say. I would say Bah Humbug, but apparently that is no longer p.c.  So until Tuesday, I'm going to be either Jewish or a Jehovah’s Witness! (Just kiddin’!)