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After Saturday's round, I ended up hitting balls and hanging out at the range socializing too long with Charles Barkley, Marshall Faulk, Emmitt Smith, Jonathon Ogden, and a few of Charles's hand selected lady fans from the gallery. Hanging with Charles is always a treat as well as an education. Conversations range from past basketball stories to politics, race, religion, and of course relationships and women. Today, it was mostly stories about "just before retirement....how humbling it is when you realize you've lost a step and become so slow that no one even takes you're pump fakes seriously." Chuck said that he even got called for a three second violation once when he took too many pump fakes in the key. Maybe it was the second Patron shot kicking in, but I thought that was hilarious! A bartender from the clubhouse kept bringing us dozen's of Corona's and at some point brought two bottles of Patron as well. I gave into the peer pressure (bad mistake) and ended up taking two double shots of Patron along with everyone else. After about two hours of solving the worlds problems, the conversation came to an end once it got close to the time for Charles's scheduled massage so we wrapped things us and came back to the hotel. I'm now so bummed because it's 1am and I just woke up! The daily strategy and balance act of caddying/hitting balls/power nap/hit the lounge all came to a halt with that second double shot of Patron. I crashed for what was to be a quick two hour power nap and ended up sleeping six hours. I just woke up at 1:00am and am sad that I've missed the final night of singing on stage at the lounge. It's the real reason I come to Tahoe each year! Obviously my tired old bones can't hang out the way they used to, but I'm bummed now because it's the final night and I just slept it away. I decided that the only sensible thing to do at this hour was to write a new blog about the day and call it a night. Tomorrow we are paired with Jim McMahon who has been a fashion blast from the 80's this week. Friday his pants had vintage 40's ladies on them and today he wore pants with mulit-colored disco balls, so tomorrow should be interesting. The fashion contrast from the "battle of the brotha's" to the barefoot throwback rebellious non-styled McMahon is always entertaining. I'm fairly style conscious so it's always amusing to me to see what outfits these guys bring to the course each day. Emmitt, MJ, Vince Coleman, Ray Allen, and Jerry Rice usually seem to outdo each other for the best dressed brotha award. I am partial to men in pink so Emmitt's light pink shirt with silver pants did it for me today. Jim McMahon is always in his own world and if there was a "worst dressed" award he would surely be crowned the KING of golf fashion Fo-Paw! This event at Tahoe started out as Michael Jordan's Celebrity Invitational so it has a traditional "Low Brotha" award to the best/lowest scoring black Celebrity golfer. An award that only the "Brotha's" know about that was apparantley started a few years back by MJ himself. Rumour has it that a fuzzy pimp daddy jacket is presented to the "Low Brotha" but I've never actually seen it. I know that I've won the "Low Brotha" caddie award a couple of times in the past here when working for Vince Coleman and Sterling Sharpe, but I've yet to see the actual jacket or any presentation ceremony. Between the "Low Brotha" award, the fashion battle, and the daily wrap/unwrap stories on the range after each round, it's never a dull moment at the Lake Tahoe Celebrity golf tournament. With this week ususally shared with the British Open, it's affectionately also been termed the "Black British Open" or the "Brotha Open". Well it's now 2:30am and writing this Blog has somehow made my night seem less wasted so I hope you've enjoyed the read. I'm calling it a night and although we're out of reach for the "Low Brotha" award this year, I'm hoping Tim has a great final round tomorrow and we end up beating Jerry Rice. That's our only goal each day!
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