So since the turn our Hero has gone three over (and almost four had he not hit an amazing putt at 14). We have Pink Pants Poulter making a run, which proves my point that you can never go wrong wearing tight pink pants when the pressure is on. There is that tall sweedish turkey in the hunt as well. Everyone knows that tall white people cannot be trusted (seriously think about it, Cherokee Parks, Eric Montross, Bryant Reeves, need I go on). Padrig is actually starting to right his ship, so looks to be a boring finish where the Irishman takes it. Will be back in a few holes. Sorry for the lack of the live blog, but the Big Deal Temporary Living Quarters doesn't have a laptop so I have to run up and down the steps to get my faithful readers my biting wit. I'm willing to make the sacrifice b/c I know you are hanging on my every word. It would be a disservice to you and more importantly a disservice to literature if I didn't post all my rambling thoughts.
So Norman birdies but so does Paddy (as we now call him apparently). Looks like it is going to be difficult to see the "shark" (which is a funny nickname given his inability to strike when there is blood in the water) take this one. I think I'm pulling for him here though. Would be nice to see him come through at his age. Also that stupid Traveler's commercial with the umbrella is about to make me go insane. If I have kids, I'm going to make sure to tell them if an old man with a big red umbrella comes up to you and offers you a ride report him to the police. It is just sound wisdom. Reds start in a few minutes, so needless to say I have a big day ahead of me.
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