So yesterday the Blob addressed Fans Behaving Like Idiots, specifically college basketball fans who feel it necessary to storm the court every time Tech State U. wins a home game against a team only marginally better record-wise.
Today's chapter of FBLI isn't about that.
It's about golf.
Specifically, it's about Tiger Woods' 15-year-old son Charlie, who had a hell of a nightmare day over the weekend in a PGA pre-qualifier. Shot 16-over 86, Charlie did, lowlighted by a 12 on the seventh hole.
Lowlighted, also, by Fans Behaving Like Idiots.
According to a Palm Beach Post story by Emilee Smarr, young Woods was harassed all day by "fans" who either were ignorant of boundaries or believed boundaries didn't apply to them. Undeterred by course marshals who failed spectacularly at their jobs, they invaded the fairway to walk alongside Woods, pursued balls he hit out of bounds and ignored requests by the marshals to stay on the cart path.
"Who are you? The fire marshal?" one of the Idiots said.
To which the Blob, reactionary that he is, says maybe the marshals should have been issued nightsticks. That way the marshal in question could have replied, "Who am I? I'm the guy who's gonna lay this upside your stupid head if you don't get your ass back where it belongs."
"That wouldn't have been very golf-y of him, Mr. Blob," you're saying now.
Yeah, well. A guy can dream, can't he?
It got so bad, it seems, that as Woods was walking off the 12th green, a fan approached him and asked if he'd sign a copy of Tiger's book "How I Play Golf." While the kid was playing. Right in the middle of his round.
This was so egregious it actually roused one of the slumbering marshals enough that he told the fan to get lost. To which the fan, in his starring role as Another Entitled Jackass, hollered "I live here!"
The Blob knows how the marshal should have responded to that, too.
Alas, it wouldn't have been very golf-y, either.
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