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A day at the Masters.
1 posted on 05/01/2009 5:39:20 AM PDT by econjack
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I’ve gone to the Masters twice, and then have made two other trips to Augusta National on business trips. I thought one year I was actually going to play the course. Oh well . . . If you have never been, you cannot imagine how beautiful it is.


2 posted on 05/01/2009 5:43:29 AM PDT by Free America52 (I just want it to be the way it always has been.)
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There can be no single stupider thing than adults spending hundreds of dollars to put a small ball in a hole. As long as one child doesn’t have enough food, God must put golfers in a special kind of hell.


3 posted on 05/01/2009 5:44:57 AM PDT by HospiceNurse
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To: econjack
I've started watching more tennis lately because of Simona Halep.


5 posted on 05/01/2009 5:48:36 AM PDT by Travis T. OJustice (I can spell just fine, thanks, it's my typing that sucks.)
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To: econjack

I am jealous.

Pray for America


6 posted on 05/01/2009 5:49:06 AM PDT by bray (No Obozos)
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That’s one of the reasons why it is called a “Gentleman’s Game.” Etiquette is a large part of the sport.


8 posted on 05/01/2009 5:49:44 AM PDT by Daffynition ("If any of you die, can I please have your ammo?" ~ Gator113)
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To: econjack

We live on a golf course and occasionally have spectators walking the course during a tournament.

The difference between golf fans/spectators, and other sports fans (i.e. football, hockey, baseball)...the golf fans are sober. They’re walking the course instead of sitting in a stadium consuming copius amounts of alcohol and acting like “jerks.”

My son used to go to his college football games but told me he quit attending. He’d take his girlfriend with him and he said the behavior at the games was so bad he didn’t want her in that atmosphere.

Sobriety makes for a more polite group of onlookers.


13 posted on 05/01/2009 5:53:49 AM PDT by dawn53
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Can't help notice that men like to hit balls, kick balls, throw balls, whack balls, tap balls and shoot balls.

Women like needling...crochet, knitting, tatting...

Just hmmmmmm

23 posted on 05/01/2009 5:59:50 AM PDT by Sacajaweau
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To: econjack

I’m very happy for you! It looked (on tv ;-) like a beautiful weekend.


24 posted on 05/01/2009 6:00:01 AM PDT by Tax-chick (Stay out of Mexico. Wash your hands. Keep your pigs outdoors.)
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I play once a year...it’s a charity event where all the proceeds go to Our Daily Bread, a soup kitchen in Baltimore. Our Daily Bread averages 700 meals daily to the less fortunate.

Am I good or evil? Hope that makes me good. I need help for the other 364 days of drinking and gambling. LOL.


46 posted on 05/01/2009 6:46:36 AM PDT by gate2wire
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To: econjack

I’ve had the pleasure of attending the Masters several times. I spent most of my time around the 13th and 16th greens. It’s a truly beautiful place.

The decorum of the Masters attendees certainly is very much due to the fact that golf is a gentleman’s game, but it’s also due to the southern setting. If one looked hard enough, I’m sure one could find some New Yorkers misbehaving. It’s just that at Augusta, they’re way outnumbered.


55 posted on 05/05/2009 5:42:58 AM PDT by Rum Tum Tugger
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