Alright, let’s gab about this Bryson DeChambeau fella and his house, you know, the one he just went and sold. Folks are makin’ a big stink about it, so I figured I’d chew the fat with ya’ll about it.
Now, I ain’t no fancy real estate agent or nothin’, but from what I hear, this boy Bryson, he’s a golfer. A pretty good one, they say. Made himself a nice chunk of change hittin’ them little white balls around. So, he had himself a big ol’ house in Dallas, Texas. Texas! Big place, that Texas.
This house, it wasn’t no shack, mind you. They say it was 5,500 square feet! Can you imagine? That’s bigger than my whole darn farm! He paid somethin’ like over 800,000 dollars for the old place and then knocked it all down, imagine that! Just tore it right down and built a new one from scratch. Musta been lookin’ to have himself a real fancy place with all the bells and whistles. Cost him near about $3.2 million, they tell me. Land sakes, that’s a lot of greenbacks!
- Big, I tell ya. Real big.
- And fancy. Folks say it had a “chef’s kitchen.” Now, I don’t know what a chef’s kitchen is, but I reckon it means it’s got a real nice stove and plenty of room to cook up a mess of vittles. Maybe one of them big ol’ refrigerators, too. The kind that can hold a whole cow!
He went and sold it, though. Yep, sold that big ol’ fancy house for just a hair over $2.8 million. Now, I ain’t good at math, never was, but even I can see that he didn’t make a whole lot of money on that deal. Maybe he needed the cash, or maybe he just wanted to move on to somethin’ else. Young folks these days, they always movin’ and shakin’. Can’t seem to sit still for too long.
The place is on somethin’ called Melshire Estate. Sounded real fancy to me. Must be where all the rich folks live. You know, the kind with the shiny cars and the clothes that cost more than my tractor. This Brookstown Drive, where the house sat, must be a pretty nice street. I bet the neighbors there got their noses up in the air, but who am I to judge? We all just tryin’ to get by, ain’t we?
I heard tell this Bryson fella, he’s a bit of a character. Likes to do things his own way. Maybe that’s why he sold the house. Maybe it just wasn’t “him” anymore. You know how it is, sometimes you just gotta change things up. Get a fresh start. Like plantin’ new crops in the spring, gotta keep things movin’.
So, there you have it. Bryson DeChambeau’s house. Sold it for a pretty penny, though maybe not as much as he hoped for. But hey, money ain’t everything. At least that’s what I tell myself when the crops ain’t doin’ so well. He’s probably off chasin’ them golf balls somewhere, livin’ the high life. Good for him, I say. Good for him.
But you know, this whole thing just goes to show ya, rich folks got their problems too. Might seem like they got it all figured out, with their fancy houses and their fast cars, but they just folks like the rest of us. Just tryin’ to find their way in this crazy ol’ world. And sometimes, that means sellin’ a big ol’ house in Texas and movin’ on to somethin’ new.
Anyways, that’s the gist of it. Now, I gotta go feed the chickens. Them birds get mighty grumpy if they ain’t fed on time, and you sure don’t want to face a grumpy chicken! You hear me? You best believe that.
Tags: Bryson DeChambeau, House, Dallas, Texas, Real Estate, Melshire Estate, Brookstown Drive, Golfer, Mansion, Sold
