Thursday, April 06, 2006

Let Spring Begin

The Masters starts today.

I promised myself I would never watch golf. My parents (and grandparents) used to invite their friends over to watch it, and I was convinced that was the beginning of the end.

But that was before Tiger.

And Phil Mickelson's incredible run in 2004.

Enjoy, folk. Spring has arrived.


At 10:49 AM, Blogger codemorse said...

Personally, I'd rather be tied to an ironing board and needled by masochistic porcupines than watch golf.

But I hope Tiger kicks some ass for you.

At 11:45 AM, Blogger Jabawacefti said...

Here's the problem with golf, or at least, playing it:

Every so often, almost no matter how good you are, you hit a shot just like Tiger. Now, there's no question it's just luck. And only luck. But you're hooked. It's a legitimate high. "I'm like Tiger," you say. And for a moment, you are. [I think there was a commercial that played on people's emotions like that, i.e., "I am Tiger Woods."]

In any case, here's the problem. Tiger does that 68-70 shots per round every day [not including the hundreds of practice swings].

I do it maybe once a year.


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