My Player is Moira Dunn
Worked for Jordan Hardy in the qualifier. Shot four over and didn’t make it. Found out that the book Atlas Shrugged and movie The Last Samurai were favorites to us both. Gave us goose bumps.
Looks like it’s going to be a Gold Bond type of week. Hot and sticky. A little dab of Vaseline wouldn’t’ hurt either. Did I mention it was hot? I think I sucked-up a gallon of G2 after getting back to the room
There are two port-o-lets next to the caddie tent on the range. Behind door number one it was what you would expect. Being Monday, it was pretty clean but door number two was a different story. The floor was smeared with, well, number two. Disgusting!
Speaking of excrement, one of the caddies had an “accident” while working the qualifier. I’m not making fun. I feel for the guy. When we visit Mexico, this is a common occurrence. The ‘squirts’ leave their share of skid marks. You never know when it may happen and when it does, there’s no place to hide.
Drove the 650 miles to Montgomery yesterday and checked-in to the “newly remolded” Days Inn. My room is fine but this place has a ways to go for the right to display that description. It’s a work in progress I guess. My route took me thorough Little Rock, Memphis and Tupelo and no, it was not two below in Tupelo.
If you haven’t seen this yet, here’s a view of the multi-faceted Tiffany Joh. It’s a tribute to the big hitters on tour.