I Don’t Envy Pro Athletes; I Just Want All Their Fame and Money

Why would I want to be a 7'3", 350lbs. mass of affluence and hilarity?

Playing sports is fun. It’s always good to get outside every once in awhile and use muscles that usually stay dormant for 90 percent of a given day, week, month, and so on. That is, until TiVo develops a popular remote control that may be operated with one’s hamstrings (the WiiFit doesn’t count; you can’t play Super Smash Bros. on it).

But frankly, if adulthood has taught me anything (debatable), it’s that physical exertion should always, always be countered with a healthy dose of cold, frothy beer. It can be lite beer. Whatever.

Golf has always had a firm stake in this position, from its inception to its contemporary facilities. The game was invented in Scotland, home of Scotch and a societal norm for men to wear skirts sans undergarb, after a group of men grabbed a bottle of the eponymous beverage and played until the bottle was empty: eighteen shots per man subsequently led to the traditional number of holes we have today.

In the present day, the golf course has provided American businessmen and women who look like businessmen the best venue to drink on the job, and is often encouraged. Continue reading