“When ya goin‘ ta’ Scatland?
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So came the question from Jim Porter in his grew-up- in -Minnnnesooota accent…or his other nickname, Slap…short for Slappy Mittens.
Since this is a quasi- family friendly BLOG you’ll just have to call me for that explanation.
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“Tuesday”, which is the day the trip started, was my reply.
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“Let’s go the Friday before, see the sights, hang out.”
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“Can’t do it Slap…family you know?”
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“OK, no problem, I’ll go by myself”, which he did.
If there is one guy on a buddy trip you can’t do without it’s this cat. After a thorough review it’s my conclusion Porter was responsible for 70% of the laughs during our recent invasion of the home of the ancient game.
He descended on a good Pink Elephant brother four days before the rest of us arrived and drank and slept his way through Edinburgh.
Mark, Fiona (R), and Sarah (L) took good care of him as you can see here and delivered him to us on time and just slightly damaged.
I walked him home one night after he let out the 2nd F-Bomb in a room full of grannies.
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He’s loud, obnoxious, inappropriate, and has no filter between brain and mouth…and we need him.
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I look forward to these. Porter is a real “jim.” Wish I could hear those handsome ladies as they recall their evening with him.
I have been through many years with Porter. Somewhat accurate comments. He is a wonderful individual, but my God, have you seen anything more disgusting in the morning?
British Open 2001 Rules!!!!