Here is the non-fancy update for today... Bart Bryant's 2nd place finish yesterday effectively took Robbo out of the money for good. We currently have 2 good battles... for first and third... Shades has moved as close to a money position as he's ever been in this pool... too bad Justin Rose couldn't finish the deal for him yesterday. As for me, I am already doing my homework for next year's picks.
371 ... Da Bandit
354 ... Stevie V.
305 ... Johnny V.
271 ... Jeff/Shades
261 ... Tiger Philp
236 ... Robbo
213 ... Vic/Talonflier
202 ... Steve T./New Tex
185 ... Stan the Man
-119 ... Fraser
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Can I wish bad things for Fred Funk. I promise I'll wish him good luck next year as I've learned my lesson with him.
I think we should all wish bad things for that Funker... bastard has killed me 3 of the last 4 years.
robbo, it is true... joel made putts of about 15 feet each (you've never been within 12 feet of the hole dude)... no one was more shocked than he was, believe me.
and, after the way he played most of the day on sunday, he derserved some wine and maybe a facial and a mud bath. Woman! I'm dragging around with my small intestines hanging out of my ass, bombing it 360, and I get Joel the Weak as a partner. Next time, I want Tev the Sandbagger.
oh and rob... remember the *84* in this week's tourney name... Rocco may become VERY familiar with it...
Good one, New Texan. Especially if the course has a short par 3 over water. I guess Rocco may finally be over that traumatic experience. Did he use Robbo's services as a sports psychologist? Ha, ha, ha!
Even if he starts knocking in the putts like Excaliber, he's more apt to post a couple of 76s rather than match Excal's feat of knocking down 76 beers in 2 days.
Besides, Bart Bryant will erase any gains that Da Rodent's team makes. Bryant's game is back. Robbo is cornered like a ratbastard.
Bandit... the funny thing is that you think Excal was joking about that many beers... it may have been that many. Well, there was the 3 hour "break" on Saturday night at the "gentlemen's club" when we were all drinking Grey Goose (at $325 a bottle... YOU THE MAN SHADES, YOU THE MAN!!!).
In one of the greatest feats in the history of alcoholism, Excal was able to pour back beers on Sunday afternoon, in 105 degree desert heat, after nearly 48 hours of drinking. Meanwhile, I drank 7 gatorades and about a gallon of water, and was so dehydrated that if you told me you'd give me a grand if i could squeeze out a drop of piss... I couldn't do it.
In hindsight, after putting on one of the greatest drinking displays of our time, Excal really disappointed when he ordered the Franzia box wine at the ESPN Zone. It is like a guy who hits 73 home runs during the season, and bunts in his last at bat.
It could have been worse. Excal could have asked for a wine cooler at the ESPN Zone.
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