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I Feel Bad For Snedeker

    Hey, everyone. I took some time today to watch the British Open and I really enjoyed it. Adam Scott played terrific and leads for the start of the final round. The conditions were wonderful and it must have been a great day for the patrons.
    I was watching it on the telly, in HD, and must admit that HD is worth having. Only got this feature in the last couple of months. Much less painful to watch it this way than for the youngster who received a plonk on the head from Rory McElroy's errant shot. Classy of Rory to spring for the dude's hotel room.
    I felt bad for Snedeker, who had the lead and was playing without a single dropped shot until mid-round. Then the wheels came off just a bit. I like him a lot, though, and will probably pull for him to get back in it tomorrow. Another player I like is a youngster named Olesen. He was paired with Tiger today and I thought he had a great, relaxed demeanor. Watch out for this 22 year old in the coming years.
     I am game-planning the 4th and final novel in my Centaur series this weekend. I hope to finish it this summer and put all those characters to rest. Due to my flu bug, which I've endured for the past 10 days, I am a bit behind on my chores around the house, and will have to play a bit of catch-up on them.
    During the coverage of the golf championship today, they ran a bit of film showing near-by Liverpool. If I were fortunate enough to be there, there is no way that I would be denied going over and walking around town. Maybe, in my mind's eye, I could catch a glimpse of the fiery, young rebel named John Lennon and walk along Penny Lane. My Lord, that would be something to reflect on for the rest of your life, don't you think?
        I have a couple of things to do, but check back later, if you have time. I might have something else to post, from the author's green retreat.
    I'm CE Wills.

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