Well, this has become a total mess. The Ouijarod was missing almost immediately after the finish Sunday, and as no sign of it turned up, I assumed he knew how pissed I was with its latest pick of JT. Finally, this morning it was waiting at the breakfast table, looking very sheepish (in a way only Orods can look sheepish). It told me, "Master, I am so sorry, but I met branch named Blanch, and it was love at first sight. Every time I see her, I think, 'Wood'. We are going to run away and get married."
Stunned by this turn of events, I channeled my inner bastard and told it, in no uncertain terms, that I'd start up the chipper if this "branch" ever came on my property, and the dog would now we instructed to watch the rod carefully with orders to chew it like a bone if it tried to leave. Then, I sent him upstairs to ruminate over this week's picks, and to make it snappy.
It came down at dinnertime an apologized, and I told it I'd have to treat it like the 6th graders I teach until it realized Orods don't get to do whatever it wants. It replied, "Here, pick these this week", and, chastened, went back upstairs.
Aren't I the bad ass?
Oh, and it chose:
Tommy Fleetwood
Brooks Koepka
Louis Oosthauzen
Justin Rose
'Blanch the branch'...