Golf was a major part of my growing up. Not me playing it, but my dad playing it and my parents watching it. Put a few appetizers in front of me and golf on TV on a weekend and I am right back to being 12 in my family's living room.
Watching it was not very exciting until a certain golfer came on the scene and shook things up with his fist pump and youthful energy. He was fun to watch and seemed like a total family guy, first with his parents and then with his hot wife.
Fame takes a toll (I am guessing here) and he made some very bad, very stupid mistakes in the real world. One might think he would have packed himself up and made himself virtually invisible.
Not so much.
People magazine had a spread of his new home in Florida just this week. My girls were drooling over it (OK, so was I). You haven't seen it? Here you go. We loved the lap pool, the 50 yd dash, the views of the water, yeah pretty much everything. B and I actually brainstormed on how I could get to date him because we wanted to live there. Yeah, nevermind about a leopard not changing his spots. Girls can dream, right?
Low and behold this famous golfer was in the news yesterday as well. He spit on a golf course at the 12th hole.
Seriously, this is news.
Golf is a gentleman's sport in a way that football, baseball and hockey (to name a few) are not. The most reaction you generally get out of a golfer is a smile and a fist pump. Sometimes they jump in the air. Evidently they are not allowed to spit. In one article I read, someone was intensely disgusted that their ball could ROLL THROUGH ANOTHER GOLFER'S SPIT. I wonder what the golf pros do when a bird flies over the course and relieves himself. Do they have sharp shooters waiting in the trees?
So even though this particular golfer is suppose to make $300,000 at this golf tournament, he could be subjected to pay $16,000 for spitting.
I think I have just solved the financial crisis in America. Fine every baseball player $16,000 each time he spits and have the money go to families who's houses are foreclosing, or who have lost jobs or who are just trying to get by.
Sometimes my genious amazes me.