Winner , winner, taco diner! Congratulations to Louise Friberg and Rick “The Nerd” on the bag. Can this girl play on the final day or what?
Rumor mill: Hope this one is true. We’ll be in Acapulco next year for this event.
El cheapo: Apparently the players have been a bit stingy to the locker-room help and dining staff in the past. A sign has been posted instructing them to tip $25 US each this week.
Off I go: With all day and nothing to do, a walk-about seemed in order. A neighborhood market was just a few blocks away and I figured it would be the perfect spot to take in some local flavor and I was right. One building held durable goods such as shoes and clothes but what I was looking for was the right next door. The food market.
If it was edible and in this country, I’m sure you’d find it here. Every fruit and vegetable you can imagine and a few you couldn’t but what I wished to see didn’t grow on some bush or underground. Meat and plenty of it was my target and I got more than bargained for. A six-pack of cow heads adorning spikes hanging above one vendor-dangling chicken carcasses with plates of the heads and feet below-pigs feet the size of small tree trunks-two foot squares of pork rinds-slabs of beef stacked from end-to-end awaiting proportioning-multiple rings of chirrizo sausage suspended from above and every organ conceivable filled row after row to the consumer’s delight. But when I though I’d seen it all, stumbling upon a most unique eatery really blew me away. Two of those cows heads sat on a griddle sizzling away as the proprietor surgically excavated meat from around the bones. His patrons, occupying every stool, eagerly awaited what morsels deemed fit to eat. I’m sure they savored each and every bite. Yum!
Who’s buying? Thee most popular spot is the lounge at our hotel. It’s 2 for 1 cervezas from five to seven and the place is packed with loopers and even a few players. As a course shuttle unloaded yesterday at ten minutes to last call, the rush to get an order under the wire was quite impressive. With fingers raised, calls of “Señor, dos cerveza por favor” were the loudest in the room.
Good move: Switching rooms to across the hall payed off in spades as the policia, with sirens blaring, swarmed the Nuevo Paris in the wee hours of the morning. Don’t think any caderos were involved.
Caddies down: Montezuma has taken his revenge on a few this week but none more dire than Wendy Ward’s caddie, Mike Louden. Heard he left the golf cart only twice yesterday. Another looper arrived down here with a respiratory problem and it only got worse. He went down and it was discovered his blood sugar was super low. An infusion of sweets, along with some medication, set him on the right path.
No genie in this lamp: A cool $60 US is what ‘Motorcycle Fred’ had to pony up after accidentally knocking over a lamp in his room at the Holiday Inn. At least we have free Internet.