I don't even remember when this was...August. Anyhow we went out on a Sunday to watch the final round of a LPGA tournament with the Ropp fam. It was interesting because I've seen a professional men's golf event in Chicago with Tigger, several seniors tourneys, but never a ladies tournament. The chicks can bomb shots. And I also know that the men folk like to watch these chicks.... these aren't the old school golf gals, these are full on golf donkeys. I was dying laughing at one, who easily could have been posing for a Maxium shoot. But I got yelled at by a tour official for taking photos, so I had to put the camera away. Meanwhile cameras around me were snapping away left and right. Meanies. So we retreated to the fancy stands above the 18th green to have a cocktail and a seat in the shade. Much better.
Eric, Sully, and soon to be Emily Doust's fun activities and general wonderfulness of Oregon
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Golf
I don't even remember when this was...August. Anyhow we went out on a Sunday to watch the final round of a LPGA tournament with the Ropp fam. It was interesting because I've seen a professional men's golf event in Chicago with Tigger, several seniors tourneys, but never a ladies tournament. The chicks can bomb shots. And I also know that the men folk like to watch these chicks.... these aren't the old school golf gals, these are full on golf donkeys. I was dying laughing at one, who easily could have been posing for a Maxium shoot. But I got yelled at by a tour official for taking photos, so I had to put the camera away. Meanwhile cameras around me were snapping away left and right. Meanies. So we retreated to the fancy stands above the 18th green to have a cocktail and a seat in the shade. Much better.
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