Watching the Masters and cant believe the size of the galleries and Im reminded of an episode of some weeks past. Though I seldom attend sporting events, I went against my better judgement and with free pass in hand entered the gates of the Valero Texas Open. And at a par-three green watched the balls of a threesome fly across water to landings of safety. One of the players in question was none other than Phil Mickelson, and when they finally left for the next tee-box, this loud-mouthed moron about two feet from my ear hollars, Phil, youre the best! Well hell, after a bit of a cringe, I gave way to my inner personality, turned to him and said: the best? Really? Hes never been ranked #1, and while his playing partners both hit and stayed on the green, he landed some ten feet off it. And for crying loud, hes at five over while the leaders at three under. It was about then I began to think that I had gotten myself in a bit of trouble, what with the look on his face from the swill he was drinking along with the obvious fact he was bigger, younger, and maybe meaner than me. But alas, I think his friend saved my day when he walked off laughing, and Mr. Dipshit decided to follow while sucking on his can of BUD LIGHT. (Good grief! Drink a decent beer why dont you?) Then as I stayed behind to watch the next threesome, I couldnt help but wonder that maybe, just maybe, my son is right when he says I should give serious consideration to adjusting my old curmudgeon attitude. But then, what would be the fun in that?
Posted on: Sun, 13 Apr 2014 22:18:04 +0000
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