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April 07, 2005
Bingley...
...should about be in Augusta.
We'll take it from here.
RRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPP !!!!!!!!
STOP that !! Stop that right NOW !!
Every time I try to talk to someone it's Bingley this and 'let us play' that, and 'I'm not worthy'.
They're so depressing. Now knock it off. Right.
Bingley.....TEE TIME 12:30 EST.
Posted by tree hugging sister at April 7, 2005 11:48 AM
Comments
I hope the rain doesn't mess up his spectating plans.
Posted by: NJ Sue at April 6, 2005 08:20 PM
Don't they have laws agin' spectatin' in Jawja? At leas' some spitoooons?
Posted by: Ken Summers at April 6, 2005 09:37 PM
Of course, knowing the Bingster, it's even money he ends up in Augusta, Maine.
Posted by: Ken Summers at April 6, 2005 09:38 PM
Major Dad says a wash-out would be just desserts for the pain and suffering he inflicted when gloating about going. Calling Major Dad, mind you, specifically to do so. Major Dad says with the rain he will probably be at the local Hooters, wondering 'who are these women and what do they want?'
Posted by: tree hugging sister at April 6, 2005 11:05 PM
The radar looks gruesome, but also like it might get thru quickly.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at April 7, 2005 09:06 AM
The entire PGA Tour has been waterlogged this year. I think it's four different events already that have either been shortened or pushed to a Monday or even Tuesday finish. Why not the Masters?
Posted by: Nightfly at April 7, 2005 01:10 PM
Nights, it's totally the curse of Bingley. Totally.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at April 7, 2005 01:18 PM
Just had a post first round report from the Bingster. All is well and he said Tiger was pissy. Thank God he got to see something, or we'd a heard whining and moaning for the next ten years. Which would be just a tad harder to bear than the smugness we're in for.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at April 7, 2005 08:33 PM