Are we all watching the fabulicious Greg Norman trying to win the British Open? He would earn the distinction of being the only man to win three British Opens in three different decades. He would also be the oldest man to win a major. But what is age, really, when you look this good?
He ended yesterday winning. He's slipping behind on the leaderboard, today. We must use our collective voodoo to nudge him onward.
He sure is a tall drink of water.
And the best part? He gives credit to his new bride. Is there anything more sexy than a man who truly appreciates the woman in his life? And talks about it in public? Swoon.
When I was in 9th grade, on the tennis team, I had a Chrissy Evert wooden racquet. The one with the long grip to accomodate her famous two-handed backhand.
I worked really hard on that backhand. I wanted to look just like Chrissy.
I've since gotten new racquets and I've pretty much dropped the two-handed backhand, but she's still my tennis idol.
So she and Greg together? Its almost better than being there.