Another Australian takes one on the chin in Oahu. Did he deserve it? Maybe.
Reminiscent of the beating Wayne “Rabbit” Bartholomew was handed some 25 years ago, another Australian has been shown Hawaiian justice. Multiple news outlets report that, last night, Melbourne native and PGA bottom-dweller Robert Allenby was kidnapped and beaten after missing the cut at the Sony Open in Hawaii.
Allenby, 43, said he was at a wine bar in Waikiki when he was abducted at around 11 p.m. local time, placed in a car, driven 6½ miles away and robbed.
“I didn’t think I was going to survive this one,” Allenby told the Australian Associated Press.
“I was separated from my friend (Anthony Puntoriero) in the bar after we had paid the tab at 10:48 p.m., and he went to the bathroom and next thing you know I’m being dumped in a park miles away.”
“I only know this part because a homeless woman found me and told me she saw a few guys pull up and throw me out of the car. That is where I got the scrapes above my eye from the sidewalk.”
Law enforcement officials are busily following leads but I have only one question.
Wine bar? In Waikiki?
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So I was right! He was at Le Femme Nu. Not for anything but the lap dances there are VERY reasonable at $20 a song and they give you a free beer with your admission so his $3400 bill is pretty impressive.
Too much Shoju at Duck Butt will do that to you. I know…he was someplace else but in that neighborhood the lines get blurred very quickly. Actually…are we sure he wasn’t at Rumors, Le Femme Nu or one of the handy joints?
That would have been my question. But I’m guessing that when you are a golfer at the bottom of the PGA, a wine bar in Waikiki is the place to go to try escape that fact. Which is a paradox, because ultimately being in a wine bar at Waikiki is surely going to confront you with the fact that you are shit at golf and should probably instead, be on television selling joint formula or erectile dysfunction products.