An open letter to the US Open golfers, announcers, fans and anyone else connected to it.
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Phil Mickelson, can you please find a bra? At the very least, stop wearing silk (I’m guessing) shirts with no undershirt. I don’t want to see your erect nipples and jiggling breasts any more, especially when you are walking to the green right before missing a 4 foot put. And while you are at it, do a situp. You look as soft as the stay-puft marshmallow man. And another thing… win a freakin’ major, so we won’t have to listen to your whining interviews.
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Sergio Garcia, hit the fargin’ ball already! How many waggles is enough? 10? 15? I can’t believe Tiger didn’t walk over to you and kick you in the balls. Stupid bastard… that was the most painful round of golf I ever had the misfortune to watch.
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To the networks… try, just once, to resist the tempation of writing some bullshit introduction, which is to get the viewer pumped up. Every time I hear one of those sonnets, I want to throw up.
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Tiger Woods… Lighten up! People take pictures. get over it. You are paid a lot of money to hit a stationary ball. I could just see these guys in a batter’s box asking for quiet from the crowd as a 99 mph bullet is coming at your ear.
Feel free to add your own!