The Road: Day 15

Seeing as how the Masters Tournament is going on I thought I’d talk about golf today.  To be completely fair, I have never willingly watched golf in my life and don’t plan to do so.  I do have a lot of respect for those who can endure the intense mental strain and perfect every minute detail, but, I’m sorry golf fans, it’s just not the most exciting game for me.  Maybe if there was a loose cannon golfer who played by his own rules, kind of like Wild Thing from “Major League.”


And it’s not like The Masters is the World Cup of golf, where the entire planet jumps on a bandwagon and instantly holds hostility towards one another, even if neither of them came name more than three players off of each team.

The reason I bring up The Masters is because this after noon, our team had a competition.  We split into teams of three and held a draft.  The players picked a five player team of who we though would cumulatively have the lowest score.  Suddenly, golf became a relevant sport for the team.  We poured over players, jeering and taunting each other.  Celebrating every time an opposing teams pick came up short.  We cursed out our own when he landed in the bunker.  Fun was had.

One of the things I hadn’t realized about golf was the utter lack of emotion it’s commentators have.  I’m almost certain that one of the prerequisites for the position is to be part Vulcan.  Maybe it’s an unwritten rule of golf to always speak like your describing a prize winning garden.  Speaking of gardens, if I hear another commentator mention how “immaculate” the golf course is, I will personally take a sand-wedge to the tee box on the eighteenth hole.

Kenzie put up a new song so do her a solid and throw give her your vote

All For Now,

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to The Road: Day 15

  1. Erin Durst says:

    Oh my goodness, this blog is hilarious.

    And, the team seems somewhat nerdy. Really, fantasy golf? 😉 This entry is reminiscent of Marcel Goc’s blog he had a few years ago back when he still played for San Jose. It became evident that the life of a pro athlete is surprisingly unexciting as many of the entries recounted Goc’s hotel room chess matches against Craig Rivet (an inferior player to our hero Goc, apparently) and increasingly depressing accounts of Goc’s homesickness for Germany, as evidenced by his frequent remembrances of various German festivals that he imagined his countrymen to be celebrating at all times.

    The difference is that this blog is genuinely funny whereas Goc’s was merely ironically amusing in a sort of pitying way.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s