While we were waking up to another soggy weekend morning, hearing the news that U.S. Special Forces bagged Al-Baghdadi, Tiger was teeing up his fourth round at the ZOZO Tournament in Japan. Which he won. Tying Sam Snead’s record.
Later. Niners crushed the Panthers 51 – 13. Can that be right? And. Belichick racked up his 300th Patriots win. As fans booed the Prez, Houston creamed the Nationals 7-1, now leading World Series 3-2.
Managed to get in a good mystery as well. Drowning With Others
by an amalgamated woman-man author team called Linda Keir.
It’s officially a Clown Car now. Mayor DeBlasio is #23 in the Democrat primary race. He joins the latest Montana guy Bullock? Bollocks? It’s just silly. And. If Sleepy Creepy Joe stays at the top of the heap of jesters. Advantage Trump.
Meanwhile. Tiger’s under the big top at Bethpage Black at +2 thru 3. Since nobody would drive me out there, have to watch it online. Boo! At least the sun is out for a change.
Big Bang. Last episode. Unless Bolton gets us into a war with Iran.
Met Gala is an anachronism. But. It you want to grade ’em for CAMP. Lady Gaga. Cardi B. Jared Leto. Katy Perry. Best in Show.
Tiger was emotional as he received his Medal of Freedom in the Rose Garden. If we cannot celebrate that, the country is screwed.
And. Please. Just go Hillary & Joe. Know when to exit the stage.
Watching the Sunday nail-biter with my guys and texting all weekend with J3. The Masters 2019. Doesn’t get any better than this.
After the 9th hole, I kept whispering to Tiger. Think of Daddy & Navy Seals. And. It seemed to work.
A miracle that anyone could comeback from that.
Robert Mueller must have watched HBO’s Brexit. He is questioning Cambridge Analytica leaders who were instrumental in swaying the Brits and aiding Steve Bannon’s global crusade for nationalism. Thus Trump.
Will never understand The Golf Channel. As Tiger is tearing up Riviera, there is a panel discussion about it and other golf-related stuff. Yet can’t watch the actual. Golf. Going on now. Frustrating.
Trevor Noah says his South African mother doesn’t visit him here because in life there are flowers and butterflies. So he takes flight then lands back home to share his adventures. Poetic. Better than pathetic!
Tiger v. Phippy. Las Vegas. Snorting, sniffing, heavy breathing caddy disgusting. Nobody told them to turn off his mike? That would have been the most smack the talk got. Neither Woods nor Mickelson had the personality ever or the talent anymore to make the post-Thanksgiving pay-per-view event slightly compelling. Bad golf. Loud snot. Boring coverage. All for $19.95. Unless you got it for free on the Bleacher Report website. Please let it be over soon!
Dr. Husband captured magical sighting from our South Fork porch.
Then. We snatched summer’s last North Fork harvest.
Sweet corn. Heirlooms. Squash.
Back to the City in time to catch…
the miraculous comeback story of Tiger Woods.