So I’m playing in the Member-Member last month and it looks bleak…we are two down with four to play and I feather a nice 4-wood into a grueling Par 4 of almost 375 yards to about 8 feet. Ok it was 350 but you get the picture…hard!
A birdie here and we are obviously back in it. As I go to replace my ball to hit the fateful putt, I move the marker a good two feet closer to the hole thus increasing my chance of holing it by a large margin…you guessed it…I make, our opponents miss…we go extra holes and we win the match in the end.
As we are walking off the last green in triumph, my partner turns to me and with that great self -celebration, the high five, says “nice sell back there on 15, it won us the match”
OK, what am I talking about?
I, like a lot of Americans, have decided that it would be cool to like soccer, especially the World Cup…but sorry I have a hard time with the announcer praising the player who is barely touched but acts like he just went a half-round with Muhammad Ali in 1975, that is to say he has been pummeled beyond recognition…his poor mother cringing…said announcer gushes “Nice Sell!”…meaning he’s fine but the unsuspecting (read Dumb Ass) referee calls a foul.
Not to worry, he’s up, a miraculous recovery from such a brutal blow!
Help me here. The ultimate prize in the world’s sport comes down to this…the best faker?
Football has it, both feet in? Baseball’s got it…when was the last time anyone was out at home plate?
Tennis players spit at officials over a ball that is clearly out…it’s “part of the game”
Newsflash…It’s not part of our game.
