favorite things (that i forgot about)

i realize(now that i blog) that without a place to publish(blog) my ramblings, my girlfriend [my wife(now that i am married)] was the one who suffered. she could not care less about stupid stuff like this. she is truly better than all this bs(bull shit). thank goodness for the world wide web(or internet). anyways i havent blogged in weeks(2) now and am relieved to finally be back.
about the title(favorite things)..i love remembering things that i forgot i loved. i forgot that i loved slazenger balata golf balls [(they have gone the way of fun dip(also a neglected affection)]. i felt about slazengers the way i now feel about a titleist pro-v1's with black numbers..if i had to play one golf ball for the rest of my life, it would be a pro-v1x with a black 7. i look at it and it just makes sense to me. i am almost attracted to it. if you dont get that, you have no business reading this blog. its like shawshank or white beaches or james taylor. if they dont move you every time you experience them, you are emotionally constipated and due for a break down[( call someone you trust(someone of the cloth) and deal with it]. it may be odd (creepy) that i feel so strongly about things that are of very little consequence but it is who i am. i forgot that i love the song Not in Nottingham. its a shame that our culture accepted Baby Got Back and could not accept a cartoon rooster as a singer . i forgot that i loved the 6 a.m. hour, the finest hour on earth. i feel better, think better, sleep better, when i am up and at 'em by 6. arguably the most productive and under-utilized hour of the day. i will add that men should be up by 6. i rarely am but when i get in that routine, i feel more manly. i forgot that i love little league world series(absolute classic) on nintendo. i kind of forgot that i love controversial figures. i love allen iverson, darryl strawberry, ray lewis, and miami hurricane football. i dont cheer for miami game by game.. but i want them to matter and for some reason believe there image to be more attractive than texas a&m(i hate them) and u of nebraska. their clean image is annoying and shows on the field with almost no exciting players. i joke about cal ripken jr.(also squeaky clean) being nothing but a side show, but i do love streaks. i forget that sometimes but i really love losing streaks and slumps and weird stupid streaks like great golfers not being able to win majors. i liked the Red Sox until they won. i hoped that i could see red sox hats and t-shirts for another couple decades and know that they were actually fans not bandwaggoners. I am over the cubs too because i think people are coming out of the woodworks to be ahead of the trend this time(wgn makes them matter period). if you want to be ahead of the trend, join the rangers camp. i said to my father during game four of red sox, yankees..that if the red sox are going to end this ' streak' (curse) they must win this series(down in the series 0-3 to the team that started it all) the rest is pitiful history. i am kind of yankees fan. i want to see teams dominate or suck.. the red sox new swagger is shameful.. this statement i will release from my unofficial yankee camp.. (to: red soxs camp) win 20 more world series and you swagger. i am happy for the old people who have truly seen the curse in all its glory but if you are in your thirties and think you have a sad plight here is the truth..there is always a team on a 31 year world series drought. if a different team won every year for the next thirty years and the cardinals won it in the 31st year, they would hold the longest active drought. so not seeing your team win a world series for 30 years is what should happen. so quit crying mr. thirty something cubs fan. you and your cub fan dad are not crying over the same thing. its like playing roulette and choosing one number and bitching about the bad breaks when it doesnt come up for the first hour. its not even that fair a chance since the slot for the(proverbial) yankees is 5 times bigger than all the others. with the finest season of the year just around the corner i want to make a few bold(or not so bold) predictions..
- arizona cardinals win more games than the cowboys
(matt leinhart has kurt warner type numbers)
- broncos open 9-1 (big ups)
- BIG BEN comes out of the closet in tell all book called My Fair Brady
- Favre changes his name to Cal Ripken III
- LSU wins the whole thing(not a fan but a believer)
- i break par and hit a 12 team parlay the same day (vegas has same odds on both phenoms)
- everyone who reads this blog reflects on things they love but forgot about.
- LONG LIVE THE NEW ORLEANS SAINTS!


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Bury my heart in baked beans

the BBQ tour wraps up the majors this week at beautiful ruston country club. an 18 hole event, on a 9 hole course. the BBQ tour is named for the catering..they all serve BBQ meat 'co' slaw tata salad, beans, and bread. it is to the pga tour what the dirt track circuit is to nascar. It has no dress code, and there is really only one rule. DONT PLAY SLOW, ITS NOT LIKE WE ARE PLAYING FOR A MILLION DOLLARS! the courteous is pretty standard, inside(or nearly inside) the leather is good. The lack of well established rules is a great part of the tour but i am troubled by a few things. i think dress code should be addressed.. not so much on the blue jean or collar end.. but more along the lines of matching clothes or long pants. It is absolutely unacceptable to wear matching shirts on the BBQ tour. the spirit of the bbq tour is truly captured by tank tops and cut off blue jeans. matching clothes is like the wnba thing to do. the guys who show up with the same shirt, shorts and belt should be forced to drive pink carts,use lady flyers, pay double, and drink strictly apple martinis. if you show up with long pants you should be issued a cardigan, struck on the face, and forced to walk. i dare say all players should pass nascar type inspections before teeing off. to quote the saga joe dirt, DONT TRY TO CHURCH IT UP! alls im saying is dont run from who you really are, embrace it. so here is to a weekend of beers and bad decisions.

BBQ tour Chronicles:

my personal career can thus far be summed up in two words... WEAK LINK

you see i played the 2006 season with an unnamed partner. we played well at times and had chances to win, always coming up short on sunday. due to some so called scheduling conflicts my teammate left me high and dry. so instead of chasing down some cheap dime store babe of a partner, i brought on a dear friend, someone i thought i could go to battle with. well there were hills and valleys as in any relationship. one of us was faithful and one of us, well wasnt..the two guys that i toured with, laced 'em up with, spurred on to greatness, both quit on me with unfinished business.. THEN went and committed the ultimate misdeed and joined forces. Oh! what a tangled web we weave. not only are they now knocking the proverbial boots, but they won! they partnered up on the BBQ tour and won a major. After drinking from the forbidden cup, my 2007 partner wanted to work things out. i turned a cold shoulder to his remorse. i can just see us winning and him saying, i am so happy that you now feel what i felt when i won. if i partner with someone who has already won, i can never feel good about it. i dont mind being the B player on a squad.. i dont even mind losing so long as i know the one losing with me, would rather lose with me than win with a cheap mistress. i hit the free agent market and found a teammate. a partner more famous for his Baggo or CornHole exploits than for tournament golf. i dont know from experience how he will perform on the course but i have partnered with him in some heated baggo games and can testify that when it was time to step up and hit the big shot, he hits it. the tournament is only days away now and i have nothing but confidence in my mind, fire in my spirit, and vengeance in my heart. You cant hide much longer boys, i am coming after the title belt and hell's coming with me!

rambling about

i spoke with a friend this week who had a nasty confrontation with a stranger. The scary part is he almost got his ass kicked.. the sad part is, it was a girl. Vegas had the girl favored..she has a flawless record.. i had my money on the dude though because he is a former bouncer.. not that being a bouncer makes you a bad ass but rather because i am pretty sure he and most bouncers have hit and would have had no problem hittin a girl...i do not support dudes hitting girls, but there have been multiple reports of her using smokeless tobacco(which changes everything). In the end he craftily defused the potentially brawl, and left the bar unharmed but with questions. he had to wonder if he had what it took to win the fight. I wake up everyday wondering is this the day.. is this the fateful day that i must answer 'yeah, she beat my ass.' anyways, this is a first blog for me so today is the day that i answer 'yeah, i have a blog.' which is a less humiliating but equally odd question to answer yes to. it is a season of milestones i suppose.. i got married, started blogging, quit golf, and picked up golf again. the golf saga started and ended somewhere between a good shot and bad shot and a good shot. i guess i never physically quit golf but emotionally i actually gave it up,moved on during a round and brainstormed about other hobbies..later that same round i decided i would play golf for the rest of my life no matter what.
about 1% of those who play golf can consider it a worthy investment of time and resources pros and children. it is the sickest obsession i have had. i have an addictive streak a mile long and for some reason consider golf my finest habit. i have nothing to show for the money and time spent on the golf course. well i guess i have a few tan lines and a foul mouth but not much else. shit Tim! it is like bulimia.. no matter how much you spend on dinner, you just throw it up before it matters. its possible though that i am looking at it all wrong..that a proverbial eating disorder, if monitored properly can be good. i mean if carpentry were my hobby i would have large amounts of waste and bird boxes. running i would be fit but everyone around me would feel guilty for being out of shape and lazy but with a proverbial eating disorder for a hobby everyone can look at me and say well atleast i am not like him, he spends so much time and energy on golf and blogging and has nothing to show for it.others can say I may be lazy but atleast i am well rested. round two soon enough