TinCup
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Dirtiest thang ever said on radio... "Tighten Up on the Organ now!"
ScOtt....I gather you like your music!
Rock on!
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He has been at the beach....
Wait a minute...that's no excuse..
the internet has been found at the beach...
(not a self-less plug for AT&T mind you)
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Speaking of folks who have not posted of late like you know, "it"..
whither Sports Guy?
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Am I the only one to not to exchange PM's with it? At least I don't think I did. Not like you guys are talking about anyway.
Wedge, my man, you are not alone! I did not succumb to the heinous succubus! :clap3:
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OK, raise yout hand if you have BA "released" from your friends list?
FWIW, not me, keeping my hand down as she never made it on my list...for some reason.
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This is indeed an entertaining and informative thread!!
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Thanks Witchy...
just working my way through this forum and seeing this.
As for me, it was kind of hard to give up my MoscowBird name, but seeing as how I have flown back home now to the US, i could not see the sense in staying with it.
As for my new name TinCup, goes back to when I was playing (at the time) on my "home" course in Argentina, the Buenos Aires Club. There is a par-4 hole with an island green on it and one day I drove out in great position to hit a pitch on to the green. Alas this was a day when my short game was not in my bag. First attempt to hit the green in regualation...splash. Dropped a ball to try again...splash. Third time is the charm, right? Nope...wet again. I drop my fourth ball and at this point my playing partners are suggesting I simply write the hole off and move on without losing any more balls. Nah. My fourth shopt lands the green but rolls off and into the wet stuff. I am looking skyward at this point and muttering some colorful language. I finally landed my 5th attempt. Ugly stuff but none were really bad shots. The nickname has stuck ever since.
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Thinking of the coming spring, a strong bloody mary in close reach, the smell of freshly mowed turf, walking to a great drive on a pristine fairway, sticking my irons shots right at the pin, draining those pesky 3 footers. Golf man, golf.