You guys have played some really nice courses. I can't top those, but I will LAMP it up a bit here by saying I'm playing with Jay Haas tomorrow at Rockbarn. Got a media pass to play with last year's champion of the Greater Hickory Classic, a Senior Tour event held annually at the course.
Wait, a coach without a personality was crucified because of it. And a coach comes along with a rare smart-ass personality, and he's a douche. Did I get that right?
Nucci, I'm usually always with you, but I have to disagree here. Then again, I was alive for only the tail-end of the white-helmet era, so I really have no attachment to them.
I work in Web and print. Nobody ever likes redesigns. Yet, when the next redesign comes, everybody's begging to have the old one back. It takes getting used to. The thing hasn't been up a week.
I had a dream last night that the new Droid X phone transformed into a huge turn-of-the-century camera, complete with that sheet that the photographer would cover himself up with before the big flash and poof of smoke. You all can now wake up from that gem of a story I just told.
No nameplate cover up for me. Instead it will be a complete jersey makeover, with the exception of the nameplate. I got my hands on a 1984 Seattle Seahawks No. 45 Kenny Easley jersey. Who didn't love the '84 defensive player of the year? So yeah, I'll have to paint the jersey with the Bills' color scheme and restitch the numbers. Simple duct tape nameplate cover-ups are for lamesies.