Hello from Atlanta! Well, the journey has officially begun. It's been a good day so far, as Mom was able to take me to scenic Memphis International at which point I proceeded to find a spot at the bar in Sun Studio Cafe and watch what was looking like an absolute beat down for Team USA. Much to my suprise and pleasure, when I got to Atlanta, I discovered the USA had come back to tie. Of course there was a goal called back, but I've yet to see the replay. The way they were playing to begin the game, a tie wasn't too bad. Enough of that.
As soon as I got on the plane this morning, I realized what I was about to do. This is seriously a trip of a life time for me. I don't think 3 years ago I would have done this, but something told me it was time and honestly, I would kick my own a#$ if I didn't do it. Of course, support from family and friends has helped as well. Most of you know I'm not the biggest fan of flying, so hopefully the person sitting beside me for 8+ hours tonight won't mind getting their arm grabbed a time or two, or twelve if things get a little bumpy. In a dream world, I could snap my fingers, fall asleep, then wake up drooling up against the window looking at Big Ben. Big Ben, Parliament. Big Ben Parliament. As I sit here and watch the U.S. Open with a cold american beverage, I'm trying to decide what I could shoot in U.S. Open conditions? Knoll claims he could shoot 85, which is the most ignorant statement to come out of his mouth since the last time I talked to him. He could play 15 holes and be above 85. Let's be honest, Knoll...we aren't that good. On a side note, Humphries, Davidson, and Wells: how do tides work? Why does the moon cause water to come to shore then back out? Ponder that one. 18 at Pebble Beach is one of the most scenic holes in golf, and the tide makes it so. I just can process things like that. It bothers me. I would go into my rant about fax machines and cameras, but that's for a different day.
As for my last meal in the U.S.A., it consists of a blackened grilled chicken sandwich, fries, and a Bud Light. Pretty American if you ask me. I'm in the international terminal, so I'll let you imagine the range of people sitting around me. I'll explain one: I'm going to guess either from Hong Kong, maybe Tokyo, jeans, jean jacket, ipod blaring to what I have no doubt is either Hanson or Spice Girls, possibly Miley Syrus (no shame there). The kicker, he is stuffing his face with chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes. He even brought his own chop sticks. Ok, not really, but seeing chop sticks dipped in gravy would be pretty funny. Did I meantion the jean jacket is rolled up past his elbows? He looks like New Kids On the Block threw up on him. Seems like a nice fella, though. I hope he's going to London.
Well, I hope everyone is doing well. I'm going to get back to my food, beer, golf, and jean jacket Jackie. Next time you hear from me it will be from ENGLAND!!! Take care. 143.
Until my next post,
Life's a garden. Dig it.
Woodard
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