After the informal interview, World Golf Hall of Famers Curtis Strange and Mark O’Meara stood around while their film crew got a photo booth area ready for fans to take pictures with them. Naturally, they started chit-chatting with some of the fans and, before anyone knew what was happening, two lines were forming to take more casual cell phone picks with each of them. I ended up standing in the line for O’Meara.
Once I got toward the front of the line, the lady in front of me shook the hand of O’Meara and then both of them turned toward me as if I had her phone to take a picture of them. After briefly attempting to clarify that I only had my phone and had no intention of taking their picture, but nonchalantly decided to take a picture of them so as not to embarrass her. I took their picture with my phone and took note of where her group was sitting so that I could meet up with her later to send her the image. Then it was my turn to take a picture with O’Meara and, to keep the line moving and prevent more confusion, I quickly took a selfie of the two of us.
After the photo-op with Mark O’Meara, I lined up for the more formal photo with both O’Meara and Curtis Strange. Then, with the Curtis-Strange-paid-for Arnold Palmer drink bottle in hand, I walked over to meet up with the lady whose picture I took. Her name was Heather and she was sitting with her husband, John, and their two other friends, Dave and Donna. They told me they were visiting from Canada and regularly travel as a group, having been to the Arnold Palmer Invitational before. I would not have spent much time with them except for what happened when I asked Heather and John how I should send them the image of Heather with Mark O’Meara. In typing John’s email address into my phone, a message popped up from my wife with the best text I have ever received. Right then, my already blissful mood skyrocketed into the stratosphere.
My wife was pregnant again.
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