My life is empty
May 18, 2008
Since Tiger’s departure from the golf scene and his rumoured retirement, my life is now empty. Seriously. I don’t watch golf anymore. Check that. I don’t watch sports anymore. Lately, I have noticed that my favourite after round nutrition, beer and wings, have lost their flavour.
In fact everything about me is changing. I have been spending less time in my den of solitude and more time gardening, walking my dog and generally fixing things around the house. I am reading books, having conversations and starting to understand my feelings. Really. It’s true.
The US Open is around the corner. Please Tiger. Come back. Only you can save me.
Mark Sharpe
sharpe.golf[at]gmail.com
May 18, 2008 at 10:34 pm
Yea, I know what your dealing with. When Michael JOrdon retierd I quit watching basket ball.
May 19, 2008 at 7:32 pm
Mr. Sharpe:
I regret to read that you are attempting to understand your feelings: this has been the main pursuit of Woody Allen, who has apparently been under psychiatric care for most of his adult life. Besides, as a learned philosopher opined, “Life is a comedy to those who think and a tragedy to those who feel.” This explains why thoughtful people often break out laughing when playing golf and conversely, why sensitive folks find the game thoroughly depressing.
As for the intrepid Tiger, you are making a tempest in a teapot. The accompanying photograph was taken recently in Hawaii, just after Tiger had sliced his drive into a large water hazard (i.e., The Pacific Ocean). Instead of a drop and penalty stroke, he elected to paddle out and find his ball. Pull yourself together, man!