Tuesday, April 13, 2010
So, with really not that many Sunday afternoons at his disposal, Miller's Opapa (my pop) has managed to pass his love of golf on down to such a degree that it's got to be at least partially genetic. I meant to throw the Masters on since Thursday, but kept forgetting. Then Saturday, after a baby shower for the Manns, capped off by stopping for a pint at a real-life Action Sports Bar!, we rolled home and threw it on ESPN for the highlights.
She loves it when they thwack that drive off the tee-box.
But she likes it best when the ball lands on the green.
Posted by rb at 9:59 AM