Well, I think the faulty programming may have been between the chair and the mouse, B....but thanks for the heat-deflection. Good to know you got my back! lol
My bum-raping was on the greens. I couldn't buy a putt today (and yes, I even tried the little aliens in the houses, Mr. Yancy...but they weren't sellin'...I think it was the Canadian dollars or something?). 32 putts for a 65...ouch! One of those expletive-inducing "Faldo" days. par, par, par, par, par....
To the eventual winner...congratulations on a truly outstanding job!! Every year there's more and more serious contenders for the Open. And you my friend, took them all on, and beat them all under the toughest of conditions. Nice work! You've definitely earned that trip.
Now, where's my putter at? I seen an old welder and some angle iron out back. I think we might need to work on that balance thingy......