Showing posts with label Golf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Golf. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Good Ol' 9th Green at 9 Trick

As of Sunday night, the glamorous Master's golf tournament comes to a final close. Phil Mickelson, the 40-year-old, three time Master's winner, and husband to a walking bombshell, walks away with yet another turf-colored green Jacket. Can only imagine the un-disclosed amount of winnings he earned. Sorry Tiger, better luck next year...

The Master's is a tournament one of utmost respect. As one of the highest respected tournaments in golf, the Master's is regarded as the tournament of champions. They are posh, they know it, and they don't give a flying golf ball.

Fun Master's Facts:
  • The only let Tiger Woods (a semi-African American golfer) play on their all-white course because of prior credentials. Who says racism is dead?
  • An announcer was once fired from his station for referring to the spectators of the tournamet as the "crowd" and not the "patrons". Seriously?
  • The color of the fairway matches the victor's jacket color to the mili-pixel. O.C.D. style.
  • Two of the signers of the Deceleration of Independence are buried in Augusta, Georgia, home of the Master's tournament. The real American dream.
  • Fred Couple's a top competitor of this years competition, finishing 2 under, has been a major contender since 1984 (only winning once in 1996). Keep on truckin' old man, keep on truckin'.
Golf, once believed to be an acronym for Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden, is now a sport of versatility. With a 16 year Asian old on tour, a few chicks here and there, and even Happy bringing new sings to the game, there is no telling where the sport will go next.

Even Charles Barkley's workin out his kinks, now lets see yours...



Until next time fellas,
Abe Froman

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Plan B


If you have a TV and/or a social life, you've most certainly heard about the worlds beloved golfer, Tiger Woods, and his recent sexual and marital escapades. In November of 2009, his pristine reputation, life, and pretty face, were all soiled as his sexual affairs became uncovered in the press and face became covered in bandages.

Tiger woods, husband to Elin Nordegren, had been having multiple affairs with various sexual partners (all the way down to the pretty little cocktail servers) and been getting away with it...until Elin found out, beat him up, and left him for dead in the middle of their quiet neighborhood street. Tough love.

You really have some explaining to do if you feel the desire to cheat on this hideous monster.

To better his "case", Tiger appeared on public television to express his thoughts and feelings regarding the incident via a prepared statement (included below).


Covered by everything from mid-day ESPN coverage to an interuption in CNBC's Squawk on the Street, Tiger effectively took the spotlight as he publicly acknowledged and apologized for his crude behavior.

The thing that grinds many gears like my own is the fact that nowadays, thanks to ESPN's revolutionary round-the-clock coverage of the sports world, is that no longer will the lives of athletes and their performances be separated. From Mike Tyson (a colleague favorite) to Barry Bonds, the lives of our idolized pin-ups will never be free from illustrative exploitation.


My favorite example of a proper lesson taught to the media was when San Francisco pitcher, Tim Lincecum, was pulled over in the Bay Area and, after a thorough search, arrested for possession of marijuana and paraphernalia. Best part: this baseball-whipping, chronic smoking, lock-flowing, San Franciscan boy didn't give a rats tail. He publicly confessed, paid his fines, and continued on with his career/extracurricular hobbies.

I can only hope that these type of stand-up citizens can help set the stage for some of the other, less ballsy, athletes; the ones who have to hide behind closed doors or dark garments only give the media something to thrive off. What would you prefer: a publicly demanded apology followed by years of shame, or a relatively small fine and a implicit FU to our favorite, The American Press?

Keep on Skankin',
The Sausage King of Chicago