MATT TALBOT



WALT KOWALSKI-GRAND TORINO


" Oh, I've got one. A Mexican, a Jew, and a colored guy go into a bar. The bartender looks up and says, "Get the fuck out of here."




"Jesus, Joseph and Mary. These Hmong broads are like badgers"




"Get me another beer, Dragon Lady! This one's running on empty"




"Relax, Zipperhead"




"Ten bucks? Jesus Christ, Marty. What are you, half Jew or somethin'?"




"How many swamp rats can you get in one room? "




"I'll blow a hole in your face then go inside and sleep like a baby"




"Would it kill you to buy American? "




"What are you spooks up to? "
" I'm no hero. I was just trying to get that babbling gook off my lawn! "




"You're wrong, eggroll, I know exactly what I'm talking about. You know, you're letting Click-Clack, Ding-Dong and Charlie Chan just walk out with Miss What's-her-face.




"Get your paddy ass on down the road"




"YOU ROTTEN FUCK!* "



Well it's by no means a stretch to picture Matt saying any one of these things. The guys got some pent up anger.

But at least he really cares about the Myrtle Beach team competition and all it stands for. He just loves everything about the trip. The draft(waste of time), picking your playing partners(I could give two shits less), the team shirts(whatever, how much do I owe), the flight(that SUCKED!), the courses(should have played somewhere else), the house(this is the best we could do), the intensity of the matches(Matt you winning? "No Fucking clue") and the rap up dinner(I'm never coming on this trip again)



Ah Matt, such a ray of sunshine.



The one thing he won't bitch about is his love of beers, you got to give him that. He always thinks we don't have enough.

He'll play some erratic golf, throw a club or two maybe pull a round out of his ass. If you can deal with all that then he's the teammate for you.