I'm sure something will end up loose......

 

Is Gary bringing all of his cars so we can each have one to drive?

 

Lee you plan on making it there?

 

Uh...no

I'll bring one and it won't be the R because I'm not putting 2,000 miles on it

 

:gay:

HAHAHA

 

I missed this. Are you sure you don't mean Nathan?

I was gonna crash on the couch at Lee's place cause I'm sure it'll be a ballin condo or something.

 

Sorry it was a Hangover reference nobody caught. Lol

 

Oh I see

I've slept since I saw that movie

 

Seven!!! The GT500 is just plain sick, but Seven has way more personality.

Oh ick! No!!

 

He should bring MJ the GT500, Micheal Jackson because its black and white. Sorry couldn't resist.

 

Golf? I'd join you, but being a former pro golfer would make me more enemies than I already have.

That, and Easter would be tough for me to get away from the wife.

 

Hey man, nobody here is above a good butt whooping on the course. I would love a round with somebody who actually knew how to play. And don't underestimate the power of good drunken trash talk. Lol

 

LOL...this is true.

 

Handicap?

 

I think the politically correct term is physically challenged, or disabled nowadays.

 

I don't know why I'm asking. I'm sure he's better than a scratch golfer.

I could use some lessons Matt

 

 

Rofl!!!

 

Depends: La Cantera here in SA? I averaged 67.8, except for the few weeks before the Valero Texas Open, when it climbed to just over 70. But it's a course I know well, and I couldn't shoot with the pros like that on other courses so I gave it up. It wasn't fun for me anymore when I did it to make money. I made enough on the Nationwide and other tours to keep me thinking "One more tournament, just one more..." Well, I thought that way for a couple of years, until I realized that I was only getting older, not better. That, and a torn rotator cuff and torn labrum pretty much blew my dreams of a Green Jacket to hell (no, I didn't seriously think I'd win one, but my psychologist keeps telling me, "you fail because you don't believe." I asked him if he was related to a little green guy from the Dagoba system, to which I got a blank stare. Seriously, I thought everyone had seen Star Wars by now, but I found one of the 37 people on earth who have not). I haven't been faithful to the game since, becoming a swing coach for a little while before I felt like I was wasting my life trying to teach 50-year old men who were too stubborn to listen to me and too rich not to keep buying lessons and too old to actually become good at the game anymore, so I dropped it completely and went back to school for my math/CS/stats degree. Working on my masters now, and the Shelby has become my hobby. Sadly, this one doesn't even pay for itself like golf did, and my wife put a halt to my (very belated) late-model short-track racing dreams. I guess one failed attempt at a living in sports/competition is enough for her.

I honestly don't know what I'd shoot right now; probably mid-high 80's, though with a month or so of practice I'd probably be down into the low 70's again. A little more and I'd start getting the competitive bug again, and my wife has already hidden my putter from me once. Apparently, she thinks a late-30's man with a torn-up shoulder actually believes he's going to make it on the tour.

Practicing is difficult because of the shoulder, so I never go. I putt sometimes, but it reminds me of the things I just wasn't quite good enough to do, and depresses the hell out of me. Fortunately, I now have the hottest vehicle on four wheels in San Antonio, so I just go for a drive, and amazingly, every single time I get out of the car, I'm smiling again...must be that fragrance Ford put into the car before it shipped...

Edit: Seriously, my wife hid my putter. I'd recount the verbal exchange, but it didn't end well for me.

 

That is hilarious, and so **** true. That is one PSA I can get behind.