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Saturday, April 08, 2006

Halftime at Augusta...86???

The first two rounds of the Masters are over. Today is Moving Day. The third round of a four round tournament is generally called "moving day" in reference to the way players try to position themselves for the final round. It is now a well-known fact the winner of the Masters has played in the last group on Sunday every year since 1991. This means that there is extra special emphasis on players trying to play a good third round in order to get as close to the lead as possible heading into Sunday.

My impressions thus far: FREDDY!!! FREDDY!!! I would love to see Boom Boom win his second Masters. He is 46 years old and if he won would be the oldest Masters champion ever (he would edge Jack Nicklaus by months). This brings up a coincidence which was mentioned on tv and is worth repeating here. Consider that Jack won in '86 at 46...Freddy is 46 and it is '06...and the kicker is that Freddy's player number this week is 86 (an essentially random number assigned to the players by Augusta).

If not Freddy in a tear-jerker, I like one of the big guns (Tiger, Phil, Ernie, Vijay) to pull this one out. It should be great golf.


Ok...so on to the best Sat-Sun of TV watching of the entire year...wait, shit taters! They are in a rain delay. I guess the rain which dominated Tuscaloosa late last night is now hammering Augusta. Son of a bitch bastard! Let's keep our fingers crossed that they will get some golf in today and we'll have good theater tomorrow evening. Roll Tide.

1 Comments:

  • At 12:30 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    That number's not random--they get them in the order they sign up for the Masters. I imagined Freddie hiding in the bushes and then knocking Tim Clark's midget ass out of the way in a mad dash to get 86 in order to fuel the karma.

     

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