My Bad

Soo, would it be better if the little kids were sliding INTO the crotch???


I think part of the problem with my sports addiction is how I get hooked and drawn in by a story. I become fascinated with all aspects of the story and cheer vigorously for the team/person that I’m watching. Of course the problem for that particular team/person is that they then lose. It has happened again, and Tom Watson… You’re Welcome! And “My Bad.” I loosely followed the British Open Thursday and Friday and thought that a 59 year old man leading a Major after 2 days was interesting. Saturday we had no plans until we left for Columbus around 2 and I figured I’d watch until Watson showed his age and let the tournament slip away (I figured this would happen by lunchtime). But guess what, IT DIDN’T HAPPEN! When we had to leave I was pissed. So I decided to once again attempt the feat of DVR’ing a sports event and watch it after it happened without finding out the outcome. As we pulled in the driveway Sunday afternoon at 5 I had accomplished this feat and had no idea who won. I then watched the entire day and fast forwarded to Watson’s shots, and dude (with the exception of 3 or 4 shots) was awesome! Again HE IS 59 YEARS OLD!!! He shouldn’t be competing with 30 year olds, he has won PGA SENIOR Tour events!!! Around hole 14 I was certain that Lee Westwood was going to win, but I continued to watch and guess what? Everyone but Tom Watson began to slowly choke away their chance to win… As Watson waited on the 18th tee Stew Cink sank (haha Cink sank) a 25 footer to get to -2 and I thought, oh crap! Watson hit the drive of his life on 18 and walked down the fairway, I had tears in my eyes (I know, I’m a girl get over it!). All he had to do was safely hit his second shot to the front of the green and 2-putt for the win! But guess what, (Tommy I Love you But…) Watson choked. Dude juiced an 8-Iron 190 yards! Are you kidding me? An 8 Iron! For the 3rd time HE IS 59 YEARS OLD!!! In my prime I couldn’t hit an 8 Iron 190. Pretty much the inevitable happened from there. An hour later Stew Cink is holding the Jug and I am PISSED! I thought about playing Tiger10, but couldn’t bring myself to think about golf for the next few hours.

I don’t know exactly why I get soo hooked by a great story, but it always happens. I have never rooted for Tom Watson to win before, but if you saw me yesterday, you would have thought I was the chairman of his fanclub! I’m doing better today, but I’m still a little bummed about it. This is also another problem I have, we'll call it, "day after sporting event letdown." I’m not post-Cotto vs. Margarito bummed (that may be the worst I ever was, mostly because I was afraid he died) but this is close. So here Tom Watson I apologize for my fandome of you this past weekend. Had I simply ignored the tournament (like I could have easily done) you most likely would have accomplished the impossible… My Bad.