Golf brings out the worst in me but I couldn’t say no to the offer of free tickets to the PGA Championship so we drove to my parents, parked in their driveway and then rode our bikes to Oak Hill Country Club. There was a New State Trooper guarding the bike rack when we got to the gate. We followed the throngs on to the course and had no idea where we were or what was going on but we found that we could see quite a bit of action by just staying still. The acton comes to you as all the players are moving in big circles. Tiger Woods came to us.
But the manicured greens, the whispering, the cigars, the fashion sense, the blazing sun and the overall decorum gives me the creeps. We couldn’t bring water in and paid three bucks for a bottle and I had to dodge the “Mobile Device Policy Enforcement” team to take this shot. My brother was volunteering in the Pro Shop for free tickets so we stopped in to see him but the place was as big as a Walmart and packed to the gills. Greg Norman Women’s Wear anyone?
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