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Forgive me if I look as if I have no clue what to do this summer. I go to work every day at the golf course as I have the past three summers. I come home and turn on the TV after eight hours of mowing fairways and raking sandtraps and watch the College World Series. But for the first time since I graduated high school, I don't see Ray Tanner's team.
The first day of CWS coverage I was confused. I had attended the Atlanta regional, seen the Gamecocks lose a 5-0 thriller to Georgia Tech and be knocked out of the NCAA Tournament, but evidently I didn't believe it.
I expected USC to be in Omaha on ESPN, in much the same way I expect eggs to be in the grocery store when I want them. This was crap, or so I thought. Clemson lost in its super regional to Baylor, ending the Tigers' streak of ZERO consecutive appearances in Omaha. Haha. What a bittersweet moment.
Alas, after scouring Gamecock message boards until monotony nearly gave me cancer, I turned to my second love - golf. The U.S. Open returned to Pinehurst No. 2 in North Carolina this past week. I attended a practice round when the Open was first held there in 1999 and loved the course.
Once again, I turned on the TV. Once again, I was disappointed. Not because Tiger Woods wore a pink shirt for Thursday's round (don't let anyone ever tell you that black and pink match) or that he abandoned his traditional Sunday red for some reddish-orange pattern that made him look as if he was selling a tropical juice medley but because he lost. Second place for only the second time in his career in a major.
Don't tell me - you hate Tiger Woods? He's Microsoft and the New York Yankees rolled into one. You can't pull for that guy, you might say. But if it weren't for that guy, you wouldn't watch golf in the first place would you? C'mon, my mom is the only person who watches for anyone else. She likes Phil Mickelson because he's a "cutie-pie."
Anyway, Tiger blew it. He bogeyed two of his last three holes and lost by two strokes. If he could have putted decently, he would have run away with it. But for four rounds, it seemed he couldn't hit sand if he fell off a camel in the middle of the desert. Seriously, it was like Tiger the blind, amputee instead of the nine-time major championship winner.
Ah well, what can you do? Go home to your hot Swedish wife and wipe with $100 bills. Life's a drag for Tiger right now.
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