Sunday, July 22, 2007

Forget What I Just Said

Um, everything I just typed, disregard it.

For some reason, when you get past hole 16 at Carnoustie you lose all common sense and your caddy gets some form of cotton mouth.

Romero just tried to hit a 2-iron out of the trash and hit it out-of-bounds just right of Glasgow.

Lord have mercy, Paraig just made eagle. This might be the most excited I've been at 9:12 in the morning ever.

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