I spent the day with one of my techs, searching for DoD’s Atlantc Feed satellite. We found it and got it’s signal pumping through the IKE’s closed circuit TV system (for which I’m responsible).
Me and my shipmates can now watch the third round of the U.S. Open (one of the four major yearly golf tournaments). I’ve also successfully been able to program each and every semi-final and final game of the NBA playoffs so far, and the NHL playoffs.
So I’m sitting here with my day’s work done, a box of Crunch ‘n Munch, a big huffin’ cup of coffee, posting to the board between shots and watching golf.
This is as close to Nirvana as I can get in the Persian Gulf. Aaaaahh…
Well, Lioness if I had my druthers, I’d rather be makin’ some young filly (like yerself) scream in sexual ecstasy! But seein’ as this cowpoke’s at sea, li’l lady, I’ll take mah golf and be happy.
BTW, Tiger shoots 71 par (after a supposedly disasterous triple bogie on three) and distances himself from the field by another four strokes!
He leads after three rounds by 10 strokes (-8) which is the largest third round-lead ever in the 100 years of the U.S. Open. (Next best, eight shots in 1921)
We’re talking about golf? The “sport” of godawful clothing that’s used as an anesthetic when coma patients show signs of waking up? The only “sport” that somehow blends the fashion sense of ghetto basset-ball (droopy, ugly clothes) with the riveting excitment of tournament checkers?
Oh, my!! :eek: I may never look at golf the same way again! Hmmmmmm… Puts a new perspective on why so many guys like to watch this ‘sport’. Is that why you like it, Chief?
Watching golf, I guess, can be called my biggest vice when in a relationship.
On the bright side for those who’ve been in relationships with me, I over compensate for it with exceptionally long foot rubs, excellent cooking and doting attention in the bedroom.
You, of all people, should have heard about this, Ms. bear.
Oh my. Yet another reason I love ChiefScott. He likes golf. swoon
Thank you for the update, sir…between Doper meetings and driving, I missed today’s round. My Sunday will consist of laundry and happily watching the final round in my bedroom. Ahhh…happiness. (And yes, I even love watching golf live. Attend two tournaments every year.)
Golf?! The sport responsible for preempting my soaps for two days?! It isn’t enough that the weekends are wall to wall sports. No. They now have to fuck up my day by taking out my soaps!
GOLF?!
I once flirted with you but now I have no respect for you. No, no. Don’t offer to smear my body with whipped cream and then lick it off, taste by taste, as you slide your hands up… my… body… I…
Golf?
Well. I guess that isn’t so bad… as long as you’re willing to do what I want once it’s over.
