Green Day

I know. Musical allusions abound. Anyway. That was fast. Virginia out. Busted brackets making more racket than St. Patrick’s Day parade marching bands up Fifth Avenue. Tiger sure didn’t burn up the greens either yesterday. So. Guess it’s dyed beer at the pubs to drown sorrows and boredom. Or read a book. Autumn by Ali Smith next on the book club list. Even though it’s nearly Spring, it’s cold. Yeah. One of those days.

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    1. I did. I pretended to stab De Chambeau, the physicist golfer who looks at his stats book a hundred times before he takes the shot. If I were Stenson, I’d protest playing with him.

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