So, this afternoon I'm sitting on the water cooler next to the putting green at Streamsong when the starter comes by.
I ask him if he has the tee sheet for the day.
He says no, it was done for the day.
I asked him if he remembered if a Mr Mucci had played today.
He said, of course, he remembered - Mr Mucci had gone out on the Blue in the morning and had told him that he had met Tiger in 1996.
I say, yup, that's our guy; I've heard that story.
The starter says he was here playing with his son.
I say, yup, that sounds about right. But, see, I've never met the guy - I only know him through the internet. Well, you're in luck, he's about to go off the Red. I'll stop him for you.
Not two minutes later up drives Patrick and son.
I ask him if he's seen any morons about?
He says they're everywhere.
Now, Patrick, the moron king, and I have met, perhaps that will slow the green ink .................. as if!
As proof that there really is a Pat Mucci, behind the green ink, here are some photos.
Patrick's son trying to measure up to Dad.
Patrick and son in front of some natural looking dunes.
Patrick trying to drive the iron RR track tee block on Red #1. What resulted was a spiral (?) shot.
