Just Call Me Famous
© David Cannon
Every year our city hosts the Augusta National Master’s Golf Tournament. Although we could care less about golf (sorry to all you golf fans), this year we found ourselves glued to my brother’s television set ,jumping up and down in the middle of his living room screaming our heads off (Ashtyn even got into it too!) because the golfer that has rented my parents home for the past 7 years is the new 2009 Master’s champ – Angel Cabrera from Argentina. We could hardly believe it. Yup, just call us famous. We are the proud new owners of a 2009 autographed golf journal(can we say ebay?) and would you believe that my parents (upon permission from Mr. Cabrera’s manager of course) marched into their house yesterday to find Angel knocked out on my dad’s leather chair. He was supposed to meet them there for some pictures. It took 3 different tries to wake him up. Talk about awkward. My parents actually woke up the Master’s champion. “They were like 2 giddy high-schooler’s all over again” say’s photographer also known as Uncle Joe-Joe. Guess they were star gazed. About 5 words total came out of Mr. Cabrera’s mouth during the photo session due to the plain fact that he doesn’t speak a lick of English. But when asked by my mother “Was everything ok with the house and your stay?” They were proud to announced that he answered, “Perfecto!” So, here you have it. Just call us famous.