And the winner is?

So, on the way home from the first Major of the season, my wifeage axed me why I was standing behind the ball washer on every tee, moving the handle up & down, when I never put a ball in to be cleaned.

I replied, you were wearing a skirt, what did you think I was doing, haven't you seen Caddyshack?

I know, I know, you are asking, why was your wife at a Major?

We had 2 open spots so she was kind enough to fill in.

She made a good showing of herself, (besides the skirt) 99, three more that Uncle Cuervo, seven more that Ry - Guy, not sure about the other group, allthough 'C-Dawg' was mid 80's if I recall.

Word on the street is that the "Ministress" had ""FAMILY"" in for the weekend and could not attend, HMMMM.

Reeeeks of "I don't want any part of it".

One would think that someone that is in constant contact with the archived material concerning the 'CAOSBS' would occasionally have some input as to the goings on, after all, e-mail is so out of date!

Anyway, I can say without hesitation, that was the bestest looking group that the West has put on the course to date.

The Eastern Contingency, in their not so good lookingness, would be hard pressed to match the Beauty and Grace that was displayed upon thine Golfing Grounds known as the 'Swamp'.

Before you Beastly Easties get all riled up, I was meaning the attire worn by all competitors, nothing more.

We were HOT!!

A short meeting of the minds concluded the days activities, setting in motion, the driving force to lay the ground work, to begin the process, of establishing a structure, to enable the 'AAOSBS' to move forward, in an awkward, but slothlike pace, allowing the card carrying members of the 'AAOSBS' to compete on a regular rotation, on the soon to be chosen golfing courses, that will make up the annual 'AAOSBS' Major Tour.

The winds of change, they are a blowin!

And here I thought it was just Uncle Cuervo's colon wrestling with the bean burrito he had for breakfast.

Of course, this was all Mancub's idea.

Oh, and by the way, I kicked every one's ass.

One Major for me, none for everyone else.

That train whistle you hear is me tooting mine own horn.

Out