Not chainmaille. Chain mail. Raven post. Separate messages from Sam & Tyrion to Jon Snow that could change fortunes at Dragonstone. Is Bran the only one who knows Jon’s true relationship to Khaleesi? A confrontation to come with Cersei? We’ll see. Get rid of Littlefinger & Varys. They are whores who can never be trusted.
Email will be center stage this week. From Jared to Junior. Trump’s tweeter is off the rails. Memo to Sessions. Bye. Bye. Already. And. Prognostication about Speith’s British Open choke was premature. He was starting to prove me right on early holes Sunday, then had a miraculous rally. If he didn’t take so long to make a shot, he’d be worth watching.
Claret Jug residing at Royal Birkdale, Southport England this year. In the hunt. U.S. Open champ Koepka took time off while Cabrera-Bello won the Scottish Open. Prefer the latter. Spieth has an early lead in with a 65, but he’ll choke. Rory wobbly. Fowler doesn’t have the fire. Kooch looks solid. Adam Scott, always the one to watch with Stevie. Bones will get less air time on the mike as the first caddie to become a fulltime commentator than he did on the bag with Phil. Who is driverless with his brother Tim. Like the strategy. British Open field. Fun!
Trump is off the rails. As usual. Petulant Adolescent President. Tweeting breathless threats. No change there. Comey’s firing has set the mainstream media’s hair up in smoke. Dems talking impeachment. Russia obsession cranked into hyperdrive. So. Let’s say Trump blows himself up. Resigns. Gets run out of D.C. What then? 3 + years of Pence. A saner yet far right-wing regime. Would that be an improvement? We may find out.
Kind of like the odds of hitting a hole-in-one on the island green. Sergio?!
Marine LePen came in second to 39-year old Macron. A former investment banker, he married his 24-years older former high school teacher. What? Yup. Stock market likes him better. Run-off will result in an outsider running France either way. Former Prez Obama emerges at the University of Chicago. The guy I voted for President, Mike Bloomberg is still my first choice.
Rory McIlroy tied the knot at Ashcroft Castle in Ireland. He wasn’t ready with Caroline and dumped her the day the invites went out. This time he showed up to wed a PGA friend.
Sergio v. Justin Rose in a classic sudden-death Masters playoff. Seve Ballesteros’ birthday spirit gave García the day. Girls break up over their deep-seated narcissistic ways. Homeland finale. New York restaurant scenes aside. Isabella‘s Upper West. Orsay, Upper East. Chilling call for checks and balances. Could be quite current.
Fly the Friendly Skies? Airlines’ extreme overbooking. Next. They will drag people off planes to make room for dogs. If you pay more you can stay. Otherwise. Tough luck.
Springtime at Augusta National. A calming tradition in the midst of Trump-nadoes swirling around it. Arnie’s gone and Tiger’s done. Phippy try to tie them at 4. Sergio hoping for an homage to Seve. Spieth fighting back demons on 15. Another South African or Brit feat. An old guy playing the game of his life. Could be none of these. But. It’ll be a Masterful finish.
Seems like everything is moving backwards in slow-motion.
Tiger decided not to make his latest comeback at the Safeway tournament this week. He hasn’t hit a golf ball in public for over a year. Will he ever again?
In Miami, it’s the Clinton-Gore retro show. Trying to appeal to millennials with a droning speech on climate change and revisiting hanging chads. Yawn. Meanwhile, Trump has declared war on the Republican party. Solidifying an eponymous third party for the future. Reminding us of his true end-game. This is TNN.
Flashback to M.A.S.H. Ran into Alan & Arlene Alda strolling through Central Park on our daily constitutional by the Lake. Looked like a happy couple of 58 years.