What is he made of?
So yesterday after watching some of the open at work (lucky me I’ve got a TV in my office) I decided I was going to try and squeeze in a quick nine. So I loaded up and drove over to the club, strapped on my spikes slung my bag over my shoulders and started the trek. I figured Tiger or Rocco would win or loose without me and I would almost always choose playing over watching.
I’ve got to off the back nine because it’s league night. My first hole is a par five, which I boogied, next hole a par four as I start the short walk I hear some rumbling of thunder off in the distance. But one thing I’ve learned is that the weather doesn’t mean anything anymore so I’m gonna keep on playing. Off in the distance I hear a little more thunder and a golf cart speeding towards me I start my swing anyway and proceed to hit what was probably a 300 + drive. The next thing I here is Ron (from the pro shop), get in, I’m getting everybody off the course. Fine!!!
We get back to the shop in time for the 18th hole and watch Tiger push the US Open to a play off. Now granted Rocco collapsed but Tiger! Damn, what the hell is he made of. I really think he’s an android that can swing a club. Seriously, he’s not human.
