While trying to figure out if the camera was turned on, he got a pretty cool self-portrait.
Walking the line on sacred ground...in baseball cleats.
This is the stuff dreams are made of.
Walking the line on sacred ground...in baseball cleats.
This is the stuff dreams are made of.
Give 3 men and one teenage boy
passes to the Master's practice round,
a vehicle and mapquest to get there,
a simple-to-operate digital camera,
a few bucks for burgers and souveniers
and they have a road trip to
store in their memory banks
for years to come.
Glad you got to go,
glad you had a great time,
glad you are back home.
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