... particularly with my look-alike leading the tournament. It's as if I'm watching myself play golf -- with the exception of the monster drives in the fairway, the snazzy clothes and the birdie putts.
I'm an outside the ropes kind a guy. If you've been reading this blog the last four days you know that. But I must confess it is pretty cool walking a few feet away from the players and being able to crouch down by the green and see the break in the putts.
It was also surreal getting a taste of what it would be like to have thousands of people watch me play golf. Come to think of it. That's my worst nightmare. Along with being trapped in the gorilla habitat at the Fort Worth Zoo -- naked.