Three swings for you to compare—Dale’s ended right where it was headed; despite the bend in Bud’s shaft it went the perfect distance to win the shortest drive: and Bob’s form is perfect, the ball landed right in the fairway.  Note below the repair the sand trap needed immediately by the grounds crew after Jeff Knorr got done drilling for oil or a cheap way in to the Summer Olympics in Beijing.

Last time we were here, Ryan ran them out of chicken wings.  This time out, we ran them out of Tequila.

 

Here’s Chimmy pleading for more and reliving the final shot from the bottle of Cuervo.