Be the ball

 


Be the ball


     For a while in the 2000's our good pals met up at Riviera  Country Club for spectating the greatest golfers on the PGA tour. The event used to be the LA Open, then the Nissan Open, now the Genesis Open. Greg marveled at the skill of the professionals and the stupidity of the drunk-ass fans who seemed to think the event was about them foolishly commenting from the gallery like braying jackasses.  Watching golf on TV is not high on my list of exciting sports but seeing these pros in person certainly is entertaining and frustrating regarding the golf fan-boys and golf-sluts guzzling beer and cocktails trying to outdo eachother. At first, we met up with Dr. Ed Carroll on the old Veterans Hospital grounds and took a bus the very, very slow slog in bumper to bumper traffic over to Pacific Palisades. Our group included great people like my brother, my nephew Paul, Greg, Billy Hogan, and a few other friends who may have sipped a beer or two but always showed the utmost respect to the course and the golfers who earned their living in this precarious way. The stupidity of fans was at its worst on the 18th hole when the beer, male ego, poor manners and bad judgement combined to create a stew of douchebaggery. At crucial moments, when putts were rolling across the green the dumb-asses liked to shout annoying slogans like "break to the ocean! Get in the Jar! or the brain numbing idiocy of "BE THE BALL!"  The inane epithets survived and were often repeated at any viewing of the ancient and wonderful game of golf.



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