I'm So Not Into Golf...Or At Least I Didn't Used To Be

Here I sit. Alone and doing what you ask? Catching up on a little TV time. But here in lies a shocker. My boob tube is tuned to...GOLF! huh??? Yep, I am hooked on the Masters tournament today. And what a tournament it is. I have been holding my breath while anxiously perched on the edge of my seat as Tiger Woods and Phil Mickelson have made this one heck of a race. I won't bore you with the details, because normally...I would have tuned you out after reading this title. I would have scanned your first few words to see if it was some sort of belated April Fool's post and upon realizing you were serious...ehhh...I would have moved on. But please be kinder to me than I just admitted I would be to you. lol! I promise not to belabor the specifics of my TV folly for the day. Cross my heart and...well, I really don't care to "hope to die", but you get my point.

I will, however, let you in on my comings and goings over the past few days and it does involve golf. Keith was able to score a couple of tickets to the Masters tournament for Thursday. Assuming most of you would not know this, I must inform you the tickets are extremely hard to come by. When he told me of his windfall and requested I go with him I had to take a breath, count to ten and then respond. I am not really a golf fan. I've been to the Masters in my past life and found it to be, shall I say, boring. The crowds are so large, nabbing a spot with a good view is a challenge. I considered it a "waste" of a vacation day to stare at the back of a multitude of avid golf fans volleying for a better view of grown men chasing a tiny white ball on a what-I-must-admit BEAUTIFUL sea of green. But he is my guy and for him I would do most anything.

Keith drove to Asheville on Wednesday night and we headed out early Thursday morning on the 3-1/2 hour drive to Augusta. But Keith was a bundle of nerves the entire...and I DO mean ENTIRE...trip. Not sure of what I had done, I was confused by his behavior. I had been a good girl and was ready to leave on time...not that I am EVER late...no sirree. But my happy-go-lucky guy was a grumpy puss. He was either on the phone or carrying on one-sided conversations with himself regarding his interpretation of the inaccuracies of his GPS. He usually LOVES that little lady in the box...so much so that I've labeled her "the other woman". But he had no love for her that day. In fact, he may have even called her a few names from time to time. All because she directed him to take a few two lane roads. Being from Atlanta, if you can't drive 90 mph then what's the point. This would be the view from my seat as we moved slowly down the highway. Ignore the dirty windshield. This car has spent many hours accumulating an enormous bug collection that would cause any 5th grade science teacher to squeal with delight.

Not a fan of slow moving trucks and never one to pleasantly follow, Keith was beside himself. Rather than enjoy the journey and partake in amorous conversation with the girl of his dreams (that would be me) , this is what he chose to do.


I just realized you can't tell from this pic, but he is On! The! Phone! So... this would be me.

I look oh-so-happy, now don't I? Despite Keith's lack of faith, "the other woman" did get us to our destination exactly when she said she would. But remember how I say life can sometimes have a wicked sense of humor? Well, life was havin' himself a good ol' belly laugh that day. We had to make a quick stop to pick up our passes and wouldn't you know, the contractor who had offered the passes to Keith had just given one of them away...even though a confirmation call had been made the day before. Keith just sat there expelling this string of chuckles that others would most likely interpret as a jovial expression, but I knew better. Because the contractor was one of his customers, he couldn't actually say "What the H...! You ^&#*ing Moron" So he just smiled...and laughed. To make a very long story short, his customer took us to lunch, made numerous phone calls and was able to get us another pass. Whew! With tummies full of tasty shrimp and tickets in hand, we made our way to the course.

The weather was beautiful. The crowd was amiable. The course was spectacular. And the golfing...was actually great! I only got rooted out of my viewing spot once and it was by a very large and heavily-southern-accented woman. I started to write "lady", but she was no southern belle. I laughed it off, but if she had messed with me again, I would have planted my over-sized foot in her excessively pompous fanny! Otherwise, everyone was friendly and willing to shuffle in order to allow a good view for all. I found it to be a most enjoyable day. As for Keith? Once we were inside the gates, he lost his crabby attitude and returned to the guy I know and love.

So there you have it. The start of my Easter holiday. It continued to be a fantastic weekend. Lots of family time, some hard work around the house, way too much food and a wonderful church service today. I sincerely hope you all had a very happy Easter filled with much love and laughter.

P.S. Tiger and Mickelson fell out of the running on the 18th hole, but the tournament ended in a 3-way sudden death play-off. Now you've gotta admit, that makes for some goo-oo-ood TV watchin'!