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Grumpy? No, just hot
Jul. 23rd, 2006 08:04 pmI don't do humidity. I used to think that I didn't do heat, but I can cope with the LV heat (outside the insanity of July and August), although I do have to remember to take the E45 cream to stop my skin reacting to the lack of liquid in the air. But humidity of the 70% variety, as we have been experiencing these past few days in London and are likely to experience in the next few as well. That, I just don't do. It kind of makes me realize why people from the southern US are so bad-tempered. They have to put up with this all the time. Of course, you might wonder why they don't leave. Then you realize that, well, all the sensible people, do. I think that all that needs to be said to compare George W Bush with his father is that one of them represented Maine, while the other represents Texas.
"Fame by proxy" is an odd thing. I used to think that it was something unique to US events, where audiences want to become "part" of the sport that they are watching; that somehow, by cheering and screaming, the victory of a competitor becomes partly the audience's victory. I remember Joe Beevers once coming across an audience member at the 2004 WSOP "Big One", whooping and hollering like a madman along with the rest of the crowd after Raymer had, one assumes, once again called with Ace-Ten after being reraised, and casually ripped JJ to shreds (see Andy Ward's posts on why this is not a bad play on Raymer's part). Anyhoo, Joe asked the madman what had happened. And he didn't know. Go figure.
Today it was the sad sight of Royal Liverpool playing host to what I term the "Get in the hole" crowd. This entails some donkey among the 30,000 people watching shouting "Get in the hole!!!" as quickly as possible after Tiger Woods has hit the ball. It used to be that this was reserved for a putt, any putt. But I swear that I heard someone shout it after Woods played a long iron from some 260 yards off the green. After shouting this, said "participant" will normally turn to the person next to him and smile. "See, I'm a part of that guy's win", he's implying. Of course, he isn't. He's a donk. But thanks for the comment. Not.
I see that Woods, a genuinely nice guy who might not be too shrewd when it comes to the tables (chief mentor, TJ Cloutier, from the look of it) and might have taken a bit of a gamble in marrying a babysitter (albeit a Swedish one), used only irons off the tees this week at Hoylake. It's a pity that Jeremy Irons (or a close relative) never became a great golfer. Then he could have played this week only taking woods off the tees.
This would have had the potential for a new Abbott & Costello version of "Who's On First".
"So, whose Woods?"
"They're Irons'"
"Who's Irons?"
"They're Woods".
"He's Woods?"
"No, he's Irons."
"So who's Woods?"
"Irons' Woods"
"Irons is Woods?"
"No, he's Woods, but they're Woods' irons, and Irons' woods."
"So who's he?"
"He's Trees, it's a three-ball."
"I can't see Woods."
"That's because Trees is in the way".
Well, you get the picture.
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"Fame by proxy" is an odd thing. I used to think that it was something unique to US events, where audiences want to become "part" of the sport that they are watching; that somehow, by cheering and screaming, the victory of a competitor becomes partly the audience's victory. I remember Joe Beevers once coming across an audience member at the 2004 WSOP "Big One", whooping and hollering like a madman along with the rest of the crowd after Raymer had, one assumes, once again called with Ace-Ten after being reraised, and casually ripped JJ to shreds (see Andy Ward's posts on why this is not a bad play on Raymer's part). Anyhoo, Joe asked the madman what had happened. And he didn't know. Go figure.
Today it was the sad sight of Royal Liverpool playing host to what I term the "Get in the hole" crowd. This entails some donkey among the 30,000 people watching shouting "Get in the hole!!!" as quickly as possible after Tiger Woods has hit the ball. It used to be that this was reserved for a putt, any putt. But I swear that I heard someone shout it after Woods played a long iron from some 260 yards off the green. After shouting this, said "participant" will normally turn to the person next to him and smile. "See, I'm a part of that guy's win", he's implying. Of course, he isn't. He's a donk. But thanks for the comment. Not.
I see that Woods, a genuinely nice guy who might not be too shrewd when it comes to the tables (chief mentor, TJ Cloutier, from the look of it) and might have taken a bit of a gamble in marrying a babysitter (albeit a Swedish one), used only irons off the tees this week at Hoylake. It's a pity that Jeremy Irons (or a close relative) never became a great golfer. Then he could have played this week only taking woods off the tees.
This would have had the potential for a new Abbott & Costello version of "Who's On First".
"So, whose Woods?"
"They're Irons'"
"Who's Irons?"
"They're Woods".
"He's Woods?"
"No, he's Irons."
"So who's Woods?"
"Irons' Woods"
"Irons is Woods?"
"No, he's Woods, but they're Woods' irons, and Irons' woods."
"So who's he?"
"He's Trees, it's a three-ball."
"I can't see Woods."
"That's because Trees is in the way".
Well, you get the picture.
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