Father's Day

Father's Day traditionally ends the U.S. Open golf championship. The annual attempt by the USGA to humble the professional golfers. I fucking hate this tournament. Why would I want to watch the best play like all the other hackers of the world? As I have said many times: if I want to watch bad golf, I will go watch the weekend warriors at Broadmoor. I watch sports for excellence,not mediocrity. I love that the USGA sets up the golf coarse to play about twenty thousand yards long, and to make it a little tougher,they make all landing areas about a foot and half wide. Nice. That is not too hard, is it? Then they shave the greens to the length of concrete, which makes putting next to impossible. Now what really pisses me off is why I continue to look for Tiger's score each day. I do not understand this. I will admit that I was Tiger fan throughout his reign as king. His abilities and domination of golf was unlike anything that sport had ever seen. To say he was the greatest ever is without question. He won literally at will in a sport that is tighter than the Olympic fairways. Scoring averages between the top fifty players had traditionally been .5 of a shot from one to fifty. Players were basically even. During Tiger's reign his scoring average would be two or three shots better than anyone else. That is fucking unbelieveable. Many statistical reports showed that his dominance had only been seen in sport before by Babe Ruth, Wayne Gretzky and Wilt Chamberlain. Then came the big fall, and since ... Tiger has been anything but Tiger. We have learned a great deal about the person Tiger is. He has broken down physically, with sever knee injuries. He has changed his swing to improve, which I have never understood. Hank Haney explained why Tiger changed his swing in his book, and it all made sense but my question will always be: what was the problem with his swing when he was winning 75% of the tournaments he entered and at least one major per year? I think he was just bored and changed just to motivate himself. The person that Tiger is, is not pretty. His self-centered-ness is unbareable. He basically shuts everyone else in the world out and those he does let in are mere surfs in his kingdom. He is not a nice person. He is not likeable. How can anyone like someone that only thinks of himself? After reading two or three books about Tiger, it is really hard to root for him and hope that he wins... But I still do. I don't fucking understand it. I'm not a front runner, cheering for the traditionally strong teams: the Yankees, Celtics, the Cowboys, UNC (ok, I love the Tar Heels but that has been thirty-four year torture that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy). But I can't stop watching Tiger. Why, why I ask you? I despise his arrogance, the way he treats everyone, his controlling of the game of golf, his womanizing ways, his supiority complex. There is nothing to cheer for anymore. His golf game sucks. He continues to tell everyone that he is really close, but he isn't. There is nothing there to watch, but I do. It' like a fucking addiction. I know it's wrong but... Someone help me, please Stupid soccer fact of the day: substitutions. WTF? Guy can't go off for a blow? Guy subs off... he's done for the day. Is it any wonder soccer players walk around three quarters of the game? They are scared if the run too much, they will get yanked. Maybe there would be the occasional goal if the players were a little more rested... I'm just sayin! Construction season. Isn't this fun? Reason I want to strangle Sherwood Park people. Last week I went to Safeways at seven fifteen A.M.to get some lunch items for the farm. There was no cars in the parking lot. As I came around the corner, there was an Escalade parked in the Fire Zone, right by the door. I parked in the first parking stall and before I got out, some cow comes out of door carrying...what else but a cup of Starbucks coffee. When I came out, I counted the steps from where this special person was parked and my spot: sixteen steps. Forty-eight feet. FUCK! This cow couldn't walk fifty feet. Fucking pathetic. We scream about getting the world to work together for world peace, or being green and we can't get yuppie cows to walk fifty fucking feet for a double Mocha Pocha Tocha. Selfishness, inconsideration, stupidity, laziness, entitlement, or just plain assholeness. You chose the word to describe someone who will not walk fifty fucking feet to pay $6.00 for a cup of coffee. There's something wrong in the world today We don't know what it is Something wrong with our eyes We're seeing things in a different way And God knows it ain't His It sure ain't no surprise. We're living on the edge... Aerosmith