Let's Play a Game...

It's called listen to me. I have a blog. You don't. Maybe you do. But you're reading mine. Aren't you?

Confused yet?

I haven't even started.

Do you have a favorite pair of underwear? It's a good day when you put them on. Maybe you need them that day. I was thinking it would be great to have several pairs of that same favorite underwear, but then I immediately renounced my position on that stance. The favorite underwear, or favorite everything for that matter, loses its status by there being more than one of them. In its solidarity, it's rarity, is its inherent value. Supply and demand. Should my supply of favorite underwear increase, the day(s) that I wear them are by virtue no longer special. Production would fall and the economy would go into a bigger tailspin than it's already in without me to by excessive amounts of DVDs.

So be grateful that there's only one pair of special underwear.

I debuted my golf season yesterday. The thing is, what grabbed me back to golf, is the occasionally amazing shot I make amidst the more frequent mediocre shots, and the often bad. The bad are always absolved by the amazing shots. When I make one, a clean strike, headed for the flag, or a straight drive 275 yards down the heart of the fairway, I often think "Wouldn't that be great if I could do that every time?" I think that usually after I get over myself, and several enthusiastic fist pumps.

Fucking Tiger.

His fall from grace was steeper than any non-political figure in history. I feel that what made him so great, also inspired his off-the course, his extracurricular activities, if you will. On the course he's capable of anything, perhaps he was fooled into thinking that applied elsewhere. The news shook the world. You had to know something was up with Tiger. So enigmatic he was, so unreachable, except on his terms. You only saw what he wanted you to see, what he allowed you to see. This is the first we've seen a human Tiger Woods. Yet in his interviews, press conferences are very limited by time, limited in questions. Still controlling the terms, or attempting to.

All of this hoopla, the shenanigans, really doesn't change much for me. I will absolutely still tune in to watch him golf. He's brilliant. I defy you not to watch him do, what it is he does, better than anyone else in the world.