by pinback » Sat Apr 07, 2012 3:19 pm
Round 3 Update
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Phil wins.
Holy shit. Dude is at 2 under, well out of the lead, making the turn (that's "finishing the 9th hole" to you non-golfers).
Back nine? Puts on a fucking clinic. Four birdies and an eagle, and now he's alone in second, with "Peter Hanson" the only golfer ahead of him, by a single shot.
Norm MacDonald had a short-lived, ill-advised sports talk show on Comedy Central. Though I agree with everyone that it's probably better it's off the air, I will now steal one of his best lines:
When Peter Hanson was asked what he felt his chances were to win the Masters on Sunday, he replied, "Who the hell is Peter Hanson?"
Exactly.
So, pick up your jacket, Phil. The only way to lose it now is to completely fall apart on Sunday, and nobody wants to see that.
(I wouldn't mind seeing that, but I no longer have the hatred of Phil I once did. Much like those in the Arnie-Jack days, by the end, no matter how much you were a fan of one and hated the other, you started to like both of them, because they're becoming the last of their generation, stirring up memories of when life was fun and not just a continual chore to pick up dog shit.)
This would be Phil's fourth green jacket, which would tie Arnold Palmer, and, somewhat unbelievably, Tiger Woods.
So get your pimento cheese sandwiches ready, pull up a chair tomorrow and watch the coronation of the Second Best Player Of Our Time.
(Also, even if you don't care about golf, tune in just for five minutes to look at that golf course. Look at it. It's the most beautiful golf course -- NAY, TRACT OF LAND -- in the world, by a factor of at least three. Unreal. UNREAL, what those racist, sexist yahoos are able to put together every year.)
Round 3 Update
-----------------
Phil wins.
Holy shit. Dude is at 2 under, well out of the lead, making the turn (that's "finishing the 9th hole" to you non-golfers).
Back nine? Puts on a fucking clinic. Four birdies and an eagle, and now he's alone in second, with "Peter Hanson" the only golfer ahead of him, by a single shot.
Norm MacDonald had a short-lived, ill-advised sports talk show on Comedy Central. Though I agree with everyone that it's probably better it's off the air, I will now steal one of his best lines:
When Peter Hanson was asked what he felt his chances were to win the Masters on Sunday, he replied, "Who the hell is Peter Hanson?"
Exactly.
So, pick up your jacket, Phil. The only way to lose it now is to completely fall apart on Sunday, and nobody wants to see that.
(I wouldn't mind seeing that, but I no longer have the hatred of Phil I once did. Much like those in the Arnie-Jack days, by the end, no matter how much you were a fan of one and hated the other, you started to like both of them, because they're becoming the last of their generation, stirring up memories of when life was fun and not just a continual chore to pick up dog shit.)
This would be Phil's fourth green jacket, which would tie Arnold Palmer, and, somewhat unbelievably, Tiger Woods.
So get your pimento cheese sandwiches ready, pull up a chair tomorrow and watch the coronation of the Second Best Player Of Our Time.
(Also, even if you don't care about golf, tune in just for five minutes to look at that golf course. Look at it. It's the most beautiful golf course -- NAY, TRACT OF LAND -- in the world, by a factor of at least three. Unreal. UNREAL, what those racist, sexist yahoos are able to put together every year.)