The Tournament Players Championship cranks up here in Ponte Vedra Beach Monday. Mark's battle buddy Ty is an avid golfer and wanted to come down and see the tournament. So Gayle and I bought two tickets as sort of a thank you to Ty for being there for Mark. But schedules got screwed up and it turned out they couldn't come. We hadn't planned to go this year....given the economy and all...so we ended up with two tickets for the week.
But last night Mark said that he and Ty are heading south for the third round of the tournament.
However, we are somewhat suspicious.:)
We know Ty would like to go to the tournament but we suspect Mark's motivations to come home have more to do with the little ball of fur that we are picking up tomorrow in Polk County. After all, it's the first dog he has ever owned.