Well The Red Man spent the afternoon watching the final round of the Masters golf tournament and he has come to this conclusion: If your first name didn’t start with an A and if you weren’t from a country that started with an A, you might as well throw your clubs in your bag and go home. I kept thinking I’d see Vanna White leap from behind the leader board and say Buy a vowel, Buy a vowel!
Uh oh. Consonant.
Angel Cabrera from Argentina tied for the Win in regular play
His son Jr. was his caddy
Grandpa Cabrera knocked in some amazing putts when they counted and his son loved every minute of the celebration with his dad. Angel Sr. won the Masters in 2009 and worked as hard as he could to find a repeat in his bag during a rainy finish. Jr. didn’t know whether he should hold the umbrella or his daddy.
The gallery on Worsham Street had mixed feelings
Paw Licker Annie snoozed
Smokey Lonesome Ollie couldn’t believe it ended in a tie
But as the Fickle Finger of Fate waved to the Golfing Gods, it was Australia’s Time to Shine. Adam Scott ended the drought for Greg Norman and a gazillion other Aussies who had tried to win the symbolic green jacket at Augusta National when he outlasted Papa Cabrera with a clutch putt on the second hole of the sudden death playoff. The Red Man sends Paw Snaps and Twirls to Adam and all of our Aussie friends in cyberspace. Australia Rocks!
Adam thanks the Golfing Gods for the extra edge
Come on Aussies!
I only caught the old woman Slow napping once in her recliner during the Marathon Match. I can’t say the same for PL Annie. All in all, The Red Man thought the Masters this year was a reminder of why we watch sports. Sometimes it’s not only thrilling but downright historical.
Get me outta here Percy I need to decompress from an overdose of adrenalin…have a great week, Sports Fans and Party Hearty Down Under!
Red's Rants and Raves 
I don’t know about you, Red Man, but when I look at that gorgeous golf course, I just have to think, “Wow, that’s the greatest potty field I’ve ever seen!”
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Yes!!! If you were a guy, you’d be even happier with all those trees and azaleas!! Hahaha. Catch you later, Miss Harper Lee!
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Makes me think of buying a Shewee. They are just the thing for the great out-doors and a lady.
Stand up and Take Control. How to Shewee!
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Very funny, Millie M! I’m not sure Vanna could locate a Shewee…:) You’d be able to help her, though!
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Go the Aussies!!!!! My footy team, the Raiders, also won their game last weekend against the New Zealand side – WOO HOO! 😀
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Go Canberra Raiders!! Go Adam – Go Aussies!!! Big time for you across the oceans…congratulations! 🙂
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I don’t know much about golf, but I agree with Miss Harper Lee! What a beautiful array of potty places!!!
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Yeah, Dude…we could get lost in a place that big!! 🙂
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That’s true! Though, in good company, I suppose that would be acceptable. 🙂
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Exactly! 🙂
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Trying to imagine the Red Man in argyle stockings, baggy trousers, a duffer’s cap and juggling six golf balls. That’s some doo on Smokin’ Lonesome Ollie. That’s one I missed in my punk rock days.
Later…
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What a mental image of Golfer Red Man – reminds me of the late Payne Stewart who I followed around the old Heritage post-Masters tournament at Hilton Head many, many moons ago. He was a classy looking duffer for sure. And whacked a mean stick on the shorter course.
SLOllie has many issues, not the least of which is his Cujo appearance with his one brown eye and one blue eye. The doo is a reflection of what we can only imagine to be an interesting mixed heritage. Perhaps a punk rocker dog?
Glad you joined us.
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Already made an appointment with the lady who cuts hair on the beach…now I have to see about different colored contact lenses? It’s so hard to stay in fashion these days, and with the people I hang with in cyberland. Have a pic of a beach dog similar to Red Man that wears a red bandana…and he’s toying with a poisonous sea snake. Waiting for the right time.
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Beware the imitation of the Smokey Lonesome Ollie fashion statement. Danger ahead.
That’s too funny about the beach dog with the red bandana but sounds like he’s quite intrepid – must be the bandana!!
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He is a feisty one…as are all the beach dogs here. He sure was giving that hissing, coiling, deadly viper a sound thrashing. Tell all the four-legged ones not to follow his bad example.
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One of our Worsham Street neighbors just killed a very VERY long king snake last night in her back yard so I have advised all four-legged children to avoid long sticks that are moving in the grass! 🙂
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Speaking of sticks…just posted a pic of a stick.
Later…
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Where?
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Should be up now. Just sent it.
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Got it. Thanks.
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