Like many others, watching PGA professionals play the sport I love sparks awe in me similar to that of a three-toed sloth watching a NASCAR race. The ease in which they manage their rounds, the touch of their putts, and of course, the accuracy of their wedge play. However, a once a year, we golf fans get a treat. The 17th hole at TPC Sawgrass.
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9 May 2008
19 March 2008
Six days and not counting. This might be the first time in 20 years or so that I haven't been checking days off my calendar on route to opening day. In fact, until right now, 2pm on Wednesday (we'll call it a long lunch break) I haven't even watched more than an inning of a Boston Red Sox spring training game. What's wrong with me? Am I sick? Has two World Series Titles in four years spoiled me? Is it because the Big Schill got hurt and I'll miss seeing his lack of spring training stomach? Or could it be because Coco Crisp just scooped up a ground ball to his right and when trying to throw it in to second, the ball went about 10 feet straight into the ground? (You know opposing Scouts just dropped their offer of a 50th round pick to 100th round pick for Coco straight up). The answer is no, no, no and no. The truth of the matter is, for the time being anyway, my usual Fenway fever has been sidetracked by the Gang Green.
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