Not as good as it was. Better than it will be.
those pants on a blog titled khaki crusader. irony into the weekend.
don't led the name mislead you, dallas. we embrace pants of all walks... as long as they fit.
May I just say, I love this blog. Now go back to what younwere doing.
Excellent interview. I had no idea about the Trad and golf's history together. Thanks.-DB
My brother somehow got tickets to the Masters one year. It was one of the highlights of his life.
Funny interview...never would have thought of you as the golfer. You really need to walk Augusta...would love your perspective. Such hallowed ground and so beautiful of tv, but as you enter you realize this place is in the armpit of GA. Head to the Hooters nearby and the servers are all looking for their ticket out. Once inside, you're amazed by how much is tucked into the trees...all painted equal green so as not to show up on camera. But walk the course and enjoy a palmetto and cheese sandwich (wrapped in green wax paper, lest it blow away of course) for a buck and a half and all of the outside and camera trickery fades away. By the way, tickets ain't that hard...just don't let your cell phone ring, you'll never get back in!
You deserve a couple tickets, ill keep my fingers crossed.
TRB: If you think Augusta is GA's armpit, you haven't been around GA much.Golf... About as exciting as house painting, but where else can well-heeled young to middle-aged men cheer on other well-heeled young to middle-aged men? Steeplechase? Wouldn't know. Been a few times. Enjoyed the Augusta Hooters (tip of the cap to TRB) and the local street drugs more than the back nine. Beer's cheap on the course, though, but you have to drink it amongst all those Hampden-Sydney kids and their patchwork madras.
Years ago I had a Jamaican soccer coach who pronounced Khaki as "Car-Key." It was as if he *knew* something.
you wouldn't love the masters as much if you lived here. say hello to terrible traffic all week.
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