It's fuck or walk for Mick Evans

I hope you've got something up that ass of yours Mick Evans. God, for your safety in any future trips to Fresno, I hope you do.

Do you REALLY think somebody is going to pay you more money than Trump? Do you really think one of your week leads 'groups' are going to be more solid for Fresno and your Running Horse peeps?

I know you're from Manteca, so maybe you don't know, but this Westside adventure isn't going to work, in the end, without a Trump-like developer. Actually, in case you didn't notice, it has already failed once.

Mick, you've got to put Glengary Glen Ross at the top of your Netflix queue. Actually, I'll make it easy for you, just watch this scene. Imagine you are the Ed Harris character and Mr. Trump is Alec Baldwin (Trump dreams he could have Alec's hair). Always Be Closing Mick.

Man, Mick, I really hope you prove me wrong. I hope this blog makes me look like an idiot. I hope you're not in over your head. I hope your mystery group will come in with more money and a great vision. I hope you perform a miracle and convince the PGA to comeback for your mystery guys. I hope you pull off an even bigger miracle and convince the Fresnans, that could afford a place on your course, to move to the Westside.

Mr. Evans, I hope you pull something out of your ass.

Watch this Evans, please: