11-23-2004, 01:14 AM
Ashock,Nov 22 2004, 07:27 PM Wrote:(2004-11-22) -- A brutal fistfight among golfers and fans at this weekend's Dunlop Phoenix in Miyazaki, Japan, may result in the suspension of top players from several nations, and again raises concerns about how the so-called "Cadillac and Callaway" attitude which has dominated the game may contribute to a coarsening of the culture.
PGA executives continue to review videotape of the incident, which apparently started when a fan standing near the tee box shouted 'Miss it!' while Tiger Woods was in mid-swing.
"You can't blame the golfers," said an unnamed PGA source. "A lot of these kids came from the suburbs, and you can't change their behavior just by paying them millions of dollars."
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Golf is a lame boring snoozefest to watch. And everybody knows this. Ever stop to think that somebody might get paid to raise a ruckus and bring some interest?
Golf would be much better if it were full contact.
The pussification of everything continues. Not less violence, more violence in sports. Bone crunching body busting fun. Remember when football was a game? Remember when men played in leather helmets? And hardly any pads? And not a bunch of grab ass limp wristed sissified Nancy boys?
Not a sports fan. Couldn't really care less. But I do understand what it means to compete. I used to do SCA tourneys a long time ago, back when broken bones and getting plastered on mead was all the rage. Now, they to are pussified. Victory means nothing if you don't sacrifice something to earn it.
Sigh. I hate being old enough to remember that a fat lip and a black eye is good for you.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."