I am sitting on the couch, stuffing myself with bread and watching the US Open at Torrey Pines. I don't know how to play golf and have never particularly enjoyed watching it, but for some reason I'm actually following this. It might be the food slowing me down, allowing the announcers' self-help audio book voices to lull me into a comfortable state so I forget to argue with Rob about who controls the remote. Or it might be that the last time Rob and I had dinner at home and watched TV together was 3 weeks ago and I'm just coasting on what is now a novelty. The couch! Dinner! TV! This is all so...May 2008.
So I'm enjoying the tournament. But it fascinates me that many of these golfers--professional athletes--are so badly out of shape. Their guts are pushing through their pastel polo shirts and a few of them could use sport bras. I know that sounds mean, but did I mention these are professional athletes? Don't they work out?
Of course, there are exceptions:
And then there's this guy, who is either here to golf or to clean your pool:
This is the most I've ever thought or said about golf. Clearly my appreciation is growing.
Jack is TWO!
3 years ago