Wild Olive

OK, I watched the Masters.  Almost the entire final round, and I will admit that I was hoping to see a Greg Normanesque collapse by Trevor Immelman.  I wanted Tiger to hit all of those birdies that he didn't, and hit the jumper in Craig Ehlo's face to seal the win.  Well, it didn't happen.  Even with my daughter and I yelling "miss it", every time Trevor putted, he held on.  (my daughter said that we would blame our actions on one of the "too many Justins", that were in the field)

Let me be honest.  I don't usually cheer for the favorites.  I'm not one of Joe Scarborough's "Fat White Pink Boys", who always cheer for the favorites, and switch allegiances according to who that is.  I dig the underdog...except in golf.   I like Tiger.   He is just so freakin' good.  I loved the fact that although he didn't play as briliantly as he has in the past, all of the field, save the newest Green-jacket winner Immelman, faded backwards behind Mr. Woods.  Snedeker, Flesch and Casey fell apart, while the best most could accomplish was holding onto what they had.   Tiger still ended up second, according to Dale Earnhardt senior, the first loser. 

The winner on this day was the golf course.  Augusta made Tiger look like...well...me.  I misread putts.  I yell things like "Look at this! It is supposed to break left!" I took some solace in watching Tiger guage his back swing to see if he can avoid the tree that he put his ball beside..like me.  Of course my Augusta is the little two-hole, par 3 course that I made along the pipeline that runs across my property.   Regardless, I enjoyed the Masters but I'm still cheering for Tiger.

OK, I have received a few messages saying that my "Thug Theory of Team sports" was once again spot-on Monday night.  Memphis is a team that was built to choke at just the right time.  Teams like Memphis always look like world-beaters until a pressure situation comes up and they choke it away. I flash backward to Michigan and the Fab Five (illegally recruited diaper dandies bay-be, TIME OUT, TIME OUT, WAIT!), and I predict the story will end the same way.  Hopefully not with Tractor Traylor and Mateen Cleaves in an SUV rollover.  Memphis Tigers, Worldwide Wes, Coach Cal, I know that you are in mourning, but let not your heart be troubled.  Playing in the championship game will be the pinnacle of this ride, when you're all giving affidavits to account for your actions that brought all of those players to Memphis in the first place.  Maybe Milt Wagner will give you a place to stay.

Thank you, Kansas, for stopping this team from achieving any UNLV-like fake legitimacy that a NC would've provided.  I know, as Tark would say, "you can't prove anything", which is a far cry from "I didn't do anything".

"That's right...I said it!"...Nature Boy Buddy Landell