Blast from the Past

No, not some sex kitten of yore but the greatest thing ever written about the awful game of golf:http://vault.sportsillustrated.cnn.com/vault/article/magazine/MAG1077538/1/index.htm. Those Fort Worth boys knew how to write about golf, sports, women, etc. They could also play a decent game.

Probably like most hackers, I have a like-hate relationship with golf. I have never lived for it nor has it brought me great joy or any thoughts of the game as being a metaphor for life or any of that other Saturday Evening Post crap. Mostly, it's been something to do and not much more than that. It's a highly unfair and unjust game--you can hit a career shot and have it land on a sprinkler head and bounce into a watery grave or unplayble lie or, a completely hideous ungainly mishit will end up stiffing the pin and, of course, both will occur to your disadvantage with your shit-eating grin opponent smelling like roses while you curse the foul smelling Scottish bastards who invented this exercise in goddamn futility. That said, the game has definite merits--one can drink, smoke, chew, dip, curse, urinate in the great outdoors, ogle beer cart girls, eat bad food, break tremendous wind, share nasty jokes, laugh at a friend's horrible shot (or your own), and every now and then do something competent on the course. No, not a perfect game but a worthy alternative to the hell on earth that is the San Marcos Outlet Mall.