I hope you all had a nice holiday. I had a great lamb dinner with my parents, and while they invited several people, some illnesses and personal emergencies kept some people away, so it was just me, mom, dad, and Walt. I mention Walt a lot and realized I never told you who he was- he teaches English in town, and my mother hired him, and he is a close family friend and probably my best friend in town. The running joke at the Cole household is that Seth, my younger brother, is the #1 son, Walt is the #2 son, and I am the #3 son. My mom and dad love Walt that much. I’m like an overweight Tyrian Lannister.
The best part of the limited turn-out tonight means there will be ample lamb left over for mom to make her lamb curry. It’s one of the few dishes she cooks, but it is to die for. So I am psyched about that.
The Masters was probably one of the best I have seen in years. I love Phil, so I was hoping for a late charge, but he basically sealed his fate when he shit the bed with the triple bogey early in the day. After that, I was unable to choose between Louis and Bubba as to who to root for, because both would have been compelling stories. How amazing would it have been to have Louis earn his green jacket and have it put on him by his childhood friend? And, at the same time, having Gary Watson’s son win a jacket would be pretty cool. I was pretty ambivalent until the second sudden death playoff hole, where they both had drives that looked like something I would do after a six pack and a flexeril, and then Watson put up that freak-show shot out of the woods. That’s the stuff of champions. At that point, I was FIRMLY in the Bubba camp. That shot was the kind of thing Mickelson used to do a decade or more ago.
At any rate, a fine day. I hope you all had a good one with your friends and family.