Category: Golf

A 300s Friday Rumination – Am I Going To Die Golfing Tomorrow?

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Ahhh golf. The gentleman’s game. The favorite past-time of the washed up. 18 holes and ~4 hours of sun, friendly competition, beers, and escape from whatever lies outside the tree lined solace of the golf course.

I myself began golfing – I wouldn’t say seriously, but with any consistency – just last year. I figured if I was going to day drink I might as well get some sun and have an activity to participate in while doing it. Since grabbing a buddy to just throw a football and smash beers with at the beach every weekend is just odd as a grown man in your late 20’s, I took up golf. I’ve gotten OK. I can make solid contact with a general knowledge of where the ball is going on most shots.

Now, when golfing, a lot people go pretty early in the morning. There are a few reasons, such as the fact that the course begins to fill up later in the day and the time-honored, old ass person mantra of “having the rest of the day to yourself”. Whatever the fuck that means. However a HUGE advantage to going early is you’re off the course by the early afternoon. And let me tell you something folks, in the dog days of Summer, with that sun hangin high in the sky, this is the big one. Thanks to ice caps melting or some shit I’m not all that keen on because science, it gets fucking HOT up in the greater Boston area nowadays, and HUMID too. Legit I walked out of my office building a couple of days ago and it felt like I was walking out of a hotel in Florida, maybe going to try some tasty international sodas at Epcot. Brutal.

This leads me to tomorrow. It is supposed to be sort of cloudy and 91 Goddam degrees. 91. Hot as fuck. And when it says partly/sort of cloudy nowadays, maybe the last 3 years or so, it means HUMID AS ALL HOLY HELL. I’m talking about sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought, humid.

The question is: between the sun searing my pale, freckly skin and the humidity waging war on my bodily systems, which are already being besieged by beer and devoid of water, am I going to die tomorrow? I’m serious, tomorrow actually could be it. I could hit that course in the AM with a slight hangover and an optimistic outlook on my play and come about 2:00 Eastern Standard Time Ol’ Joey B could be sheets.

My obituary wouldn’t even say he died doing what he loved. More like he died doing something marginally better than what he’d otherwise be doing. And you know what? Considering my life of personifying the 7 deadly sins I’m ok with that. So to those of you who are also hitting the links tomorrow, Godspeed. May our potential last day on earth be a good one.

Slainte.

The LPGA Is Implementing A New, Very Strict Dress Code and People Aren’t Over the Moon About It

AOL – The Ladies Professional Golf Association (LPGA) is under fire for “body-shaming” its female players after the organization introduced a stricter dress code including longer skirts and no plunging necklines. A reporter for Teen Vogue magazine wrote, “we don’t see why someone can’t look professional in leggings. If anything, policing these women’s bodies and clothes takes away from their professional accomplishments. And if the sport wants a positive image, body-shaming is not the way to get it.” The new dress code, according to Golf Digest, includes no “plunging necklines,” and “leggings, unless under a skort or shorts, are not allowed.” Additionally, “length of skirt, skort and shorts MUST be long enough to not see your bottom area at any time, standing or bent over.”

Little insight from your old buddy Danny C here folks, if you’re a regular old Joe Schmo chances are people are not going to take it well if you tell chicks what to where, especially if it has to do with certain body parts. So you have to be OUTSIDE OF YOUR FUCKING MIND if you are a major organization, especially a sports league, to publish something so tone deaf like this.

First and foremost is the fact that I like to think I have a general knowledge of the LPGA. I know who Michelle Wie is, I have a blog in the works regarding my love for recent Women’s PGA Championship winner Danielle Kang, I followed the dominance of Annika Sorenstam, etc. Also, while at a bar, having lunch or whatever, if the LPGA is on I’ll watch it. Maybe it’s not the Masters, but it’s still better players than me with different strategies to consider. With that said I have never, ever seen a competitor on an LPGA course or during an LPGA event and said anything along the lines of, oh I don’t know, “Ok girl. Ok girl I see you.” It just doesn’t happen.

And to be clear I get any professional environment needs a dress code, but the LPGA is just stirring the pot here for no reason. Sure you have Wie twerking on IG and Paige Spiranac (who’s basically retired anyway) burning down every off-the-course medium in general, but that’s their personal social media accounts and their prerogatives. They’re young people who like being young. Watch “Murder She Wrote”, take a nap, and fuck off, LPGA.

The other thing that is a little irksome is the timing of this decree, in the middle of the season. I never understand decisions like this. If you are going to overhaul what these 9-iron wielding minxes are wearing on the course, why wouldn’t you do it between seasons or during a lull? Why now?

The fact that the LPGA caused this mess for themselves is completely asinine. You have a young, likable champ in Kang. Golf is growing ever popular. Although she may not like what she wears or how she presents herself (my guess is?) Spiranac is bringing more attention to women’s golf than ever and you react by being what amounts to the fun police? Oh and can I just mention I’m friends with enough chicks (humblebrag) to know that sometimes they just get fucking hot, same as guys, so in the middle of the golf course on a dog day of summer I’m sure, yes, wearing a little a less probably does help. Idiots.

P.S – I’d be doing everyone a disservice to not quickly mention that there is nothing worse on planet earth than White Knights and the fact that most of the people internet-mad in the above article are dudes. Hey guys LPGA golfers aren’t going to find you more attractive because you defend their right to Amish country-slut it up on twitter.

 

 

Golf Commentator Caught on Mic Talking About How Short Sergio Garcia’s Fiancee’s Skirt Is

Legitimately laughed out loud when I heard this. “The shortest skirt in the country.” That is just an old guy who does not give a fuck. Peter Alliss coming in hot on the BBC coverage. Its not like he was backstage and forgot he had a mic on. Nah, this guy was literally sitting in the same seat where he’s been broadcasting from all day.

It’s like the drunk uncle at every holiday dinner. He says some off-color shit, makes people a little uncomfortable, but you always laugh. Thats Peter Allis. When Peter Alliss thinks something he says it. There is no filter. Kinda respect it.