A good walk ruined
There are four weekends a year that I really look forward to: One is in April, one in June, one in July and one in August. These coincide with the Masters, U.S. Open, British Open and PGA golf tournaments.
As a golfnut, I plan my life around these events. I watch all four hours of rerun coverage on Thursday and Friday evenings and then all 8-to-16 hours of live weekend coverage. It’s a lot of fun. Really, I mean that.
I did the same last week with the U.S. Open. Everything was great until about 6:30, Sunday evening when the wheels came off.
My two favorite pro golfers, Phil Mickelson and Colin Montgomery, were tied at 4 over par. One would be U.S. Open champ. It didn’t matter to me which. Then, as all are likely aware, both gagged on the 18th, making double bogey when par would have won it for either of them, handing the championship to Australian Geoff Ogilvy.
Normally, that would be OK with me. I like to see people who have never won win something, but there was something I didn’t like about Ogilvy. I had had my eye on him all weekend because he wouldn’t go away and his game seemed to be made for Winged Foot.
What turned me against him was on Saturday when he lashed out at his caddy for some reason. I was distracted momentarily by my wife who “wanted to talk,” as wife’s are wont to do, and didn’t get to see what prompted it, but I don’t like people who rant and rave at underlings, particularly on national television. It’s never justified and is a sign of an immature or insecure person. He’s a dark soul, I’m afraid, and I held out hope Karma would eventually bit him on the butt, but it didn’t happen. It will eventually, of course, just not yesterday.
Nonetheless, he’s our national champion.
The only thing that could have made my Sunday afternoon worse was my air conditioner going out, which it did, around noon. By the time Ogilvy was sinking his winning putt, I was on the floor gasping for air.
Didn’t sleep a whole lot either because of the heat and woke up in foul mood. I warned everybody at the office, too. I’m liable to go Ogilvy on them if they don’t keep their distance.