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You know, it figures. The PGA Tour is going to be close to where I live, and I can't go because I'm sick as a dog. That's right, I have bird flu or tuberculosis or some such thing and unless conditions improve dramatically, I'm out of luck. It's too bad, because I really wanted to heckle Sergio, but alas, I'm going to have to wait for another time to do that. I'm stalling here, because I've already gone over the course with you; it's hard. There are two drivable...
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