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Bill Murray And Tiger Woods

    One of the greatest movies of all time was Caddy Shack with a veritable who's who of comedy talent that included Bill Murray, Chevy Chase and Rodney Dangerfield. For the purposes of this blog, Bill Murray was the central character, or rather, he stole the entire movie by his brilliant portrayal of a grungy groundskeeper at a posh country club.
    One of the most endearing moments of the movie came when Bill Murray was fantasizing about being a great golfer, playing and winning the Masters. He was whispering to himself.
"It's the rookie sensation, came out of nowhere. He now stands over this final putt with the championship within his grasp. A hush falls over the crowd."
    Last night I was playing my I-Pad game called Tiger Woods PGA Tour 12. Though initially very difficult, I am beginning to get the hang of it. Coincidentally, I am beginning to enjoy the game very much.
    I'm learning the nuances of the game. For instance, I can fade a drive to the right on a dog-leg hole or draw a ball to the left. If I'm in the rough, I'll typically go one club up from their recommendation to prevent coming up short.
   When you play this game, you choose an avatar. For a while I used Paula Creamer, because she's so darn good-looking, then I switched to Tiger Woods. With Paula, every club came up short, way short. Not so with Tiger. With the length of his drives, I can see how he'd have a big advantage. I routinely boomed 300 yard drives. It's cool to have a par 3 of 330 yards and drive it on the green with the first shot.
    Last night, I played Saint Andrews, a difficult course, at even par. I was really getting into it and caught myself doing the Bill Murray thing from Caddy Shack.
"The rookie stands over his putt, here at the British Open. If he sinks this putt he'll be the British Open Champ..."
    I bought this game on sale for 99 cents. It's an EA game and it's a pleasure. It would be worth the normal price of $9.99.
    Not from the author's green retreat, but from the 18th green, I'm CE Wills.

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