R.S.V.P.

Emmett and I went through a phase where we were at RSVP in Augusta almost everyday for lunch. I believe this was a significant factor in making me fat. We have cut back a lot but I still love to come here for lunch once in a while, when I don't have to bring lunch to a doctor's office, which not is not very often. If they ever closed I would be devistated.
Emmett shot 66 yesterday so he played very well. It is so funny to talk to him about golf because when you play a sport for a living there is so much that goes on in your mind. As most of you know, my knowledge of golf was non existant before Emmett and I met. I went to the Masters for the egg salad and pimento cheese (which I starved myself the day before we went to the tournament, this year and ate my bodyweight in: it only comes once a year so you have to make it count). When we started to get to know each other we were both trying to come up withe sneaky ways to spend time together just to feel out the other person. I suggested he give me golf lessons, so he takes me to Forest Hills and makes me hit literally 100 balls. I could not move but didnt want him to think I was ghetto or lazy so I kept hitting ball after ball.
That was my first foray into the golf world and I quickly became fully immersed. Emmett calls me right after his round everyday, and I usually can tell right off the bat whether he played well or not, so sometimes I just dont ask. If he did play well our conversation goes like this: "How'd you play babe" "Ok" "Whats okay" "63." Haha. For those of you who dont know that is much better than "ok." But as much as they dont want to admit it, all golfers are superstitious and dont want to speak too early about playing good in case it gynxes them for the next round.
When the money you are able to take home to your family is entirely based on whether you make putts or not, 4 footers can turn in to 100 footers in your mind very easily.
Emmett always says that 4-5 footers are the hardest to make even though they should be easy. Those are the putts that you feel like you should make everytime and put so much pressure on your mind that you talk yourself out of them.
Enough golf, Im bored with it, like usual.