I’m not a fan of professional golf. Never have been. I couldn’t tell you the difference between Fredrik Jacobson and K.J. Choi. And the thing I like most about Tiger Woods is a song named after him by Dan Bern.
There’s something to be said about filling a cooler with beer, loading it on a golf cart and flying around a par-three course creating divots and earning double bogeys. But watching others do it has never held my attention.
So when my girlfriend and I spent Sunday afternoon at the Memorial Golf Tournament at Muirfield Village in Columbus, I wasn’t eager to see any of the pros. I would have been nice to see Woods in person, but honestly I would rather see Homer Bailey, a Cincinnati Reds pitching prospect. But that’s another blog post.
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