All that Hip Action on broken pins and from a closed foot
Line .......which'll restrict the Pivot on the way through the shot. The man was very flexible , tendon stretch as opposed to muscle contraction or whatever it is. Poetry in motion.

It may not be as restrictive as you think. BH allowed his right heel to lift pretty early which is a sign that either it wasn't restrictive or that he wanted to look like Fred Astaire. :)

Fred Astair???

I thought it was Fowler again.

They are almost indistinguishable to my eye. Even in the way they dress they have something in common.

But now that I'm a ware of the fact; Fred has a more pronounced weight shift. And he has let go of his left hand and not his right.

And I thought I was sounding metro sexual. Our friends south of the Mason Dixon just lost they're lunch.

Think about it no more my friend. You've always sounded Metro Sexual. But I've always considered you a great Golfer first. :)

High Noon
 

Hey, not speaking for BerntR, but I been outa this since your Post #14!





Pass the popcorn!

:toothy1:

P.S. For the afficionados . . . The High Noon theme song was sung by Francesco Paolo LoVecchio, aka . . .

Frankie Laine.

For the younger folk who don't know Frankie Laine, I know you know Clint Eastwood.

And, if you know Clint, you should know Rowdy Yates.

And, if you know Rowdy Yates, you'll crank the volume and know . . .

Rawhide!



Rawhide

The Official LBG Theme Song!

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'
Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Keep movin', movin', movin',
Though they're disapprovin',
Keep them doggies movin' Rawhide!
Don't try to understand 'em,
Just rope, throw and brand'em,
Soon we'll be living high and wide.
My heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin', be waiting at the end of my ride.

Move 'em on, head 'em up,
Head 'em up, move 'em on,
Move 'em on, head 'em up, Rawhide!
Cut'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out,
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in, Rawhide.

Rawhide!


Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'


Keep rollin', rollin', rollin'
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them dogies rollin'
Rawhide!
Through rain and wind and weather
Hell-bent for leather
Wishin' my gal was by my side.
All the things I'm missin',
Good vittles, love, and kissin',
Are waiting at the end of my ride


Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on
Move 'em on, head 'em on
Rawhide
Cut'em out, ride 'em in,
Ride 'em in, let'em out,
Cut'em out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'



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Thank You D, in the words of Johnny CAsh .........."IF YOU were a metro sexual , from chicago and I was a great golfer .......would you post weird posts anyways........would you be TGM savvy?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZOYrnPnT0c

Ah man there's something about June Carter isnt there.........

This is post low point right?

Sorry for being so out of touch for the last 48 hours in this thread. It's just that im not used to this 3-day all-in new year celebration that I'm withnessing.

But I'm workin' on it. I already see three planes in Hogan's stroke and I am confident that I'll be able to see at least a couple more before we enter 2011. ;-)

Head'em Up . . . Move'm Out!
 

It is the end of the chorus, O.B., but it's not the end of the song. More verses follow!

:smile:

I love the lyrics, energy and heart of this song. I love its primordial rhythm and the insistent crack of the bullwhip's lash. It captures the rigors of the thousand-mile cattle drives of the early West. And, in spirit, it is nothing less than the story of LBG and its push since 2004.

We're "rollin, rollin', rollin" . . .

"Though the streams are swollen" . . .

"Through rain and wind and weather" . . .

We're "hell bent for leather" . . .

Together to the end of the ride.

:salut: