Golf ball kills my telly
So there I am, settling in for a minor 72-hour Ryder Cup marathon that was going well for me (though not for Europe), when Ian Poulter smacks a tee shot high into the Kentucky Sky...
....and......
....well I haven't got a fecking clue as my TV turned itself off. When it could finally be roused from its electronic slumber it showed all three primary colours in three different locations on the screen. It was like trying to watch television after taking a cap of acid and then drinking twenty special brews.
It also made watching golf impossible as the only ball visible all the time was the green one (the red and blue balls being rendered almost invisible) yet in a strange quirk of light the only hole visible was red. Trying to follow a putt that even when it reached its destination was three inches away from itself (if that makes sense) proved impossible.
"I have become the destroyer of Korean electronic equipment"....and......
....well I haven't got a fecking clue as my TV turned itself off. When it could finally be roused from its electronic slumber it showed all three primary colours in three different locations on the screen. It was like trying to watch television after taking a cap of acid and then drinking twenty special brews.
It also made watching golf impossible as the only ball visible all the time was the green one (the red and blue balls being rendered almost invisible) yet in a strange quirk of light the only hole visible was red. Trying to follow a putt that even when it reached its destination was three inches away from itself (if that makes sense) proved impossible.
Anyway, I did what any sane person would do, drove to the nearest electrical retailer, walked through the door, pointed at the nearest TV of comparable size, said "that one" and was home and set up inside of the hour.
Poulter won too :)
I am quite puzzled, however, by the extremely homophobic American crowd. Every time the Americans hit a good shot, the crowd would taunt the Europeans with a repeated, rhythmical chant of "You are gay! You are gay!" which seems exceptionally harsh - we haven't even got any Frenchmen in the side this year....
8 Comments:
How do you know they weren't calling the Americans gay? The standards of queer golf have improved beyond all recognition from "the mincing down the fairway" days.
What, chanting that at a team stuffed with players wielding the not-at-all-camp names of Hunter, Boo, Chad and Phil?
Surely not? ;-P
That could explain why every time a Yank struck a ball the gallery shouted, "In the hole!" ...even when they were teeing off on a par 5. WTF!?
Just need Tiger Woods to come out of the closet and that will shut up the chants....
I thought golf was too dull for queers anyway.
Puss
korma - they weren't shouting that because of the golf, if you see what I mean...
weenie - it seems to be a popular chant no matter which sport the Americans play. Maybe Brokeback Mountain stunted their emotional growth?
puss - and miss out on the possibility of wearing outrageous clothes? Sounds an ideal sport to me :)
I tried playing golf once at some golf day organised by my workplace - as you can imagine I was shite and won the wooden spoon which sits proudly on my bookshelf (and NO GB I didnt paint it pink, tho its a pretty good idea), and I couldnt lift my arms for about 2 days.
Lets jus say I gave the term 'handicap' a whole new meaning in golf....WOuld def do it again tho.
lamb - I like playing golf, so long as it's not raining and I'm in a happy mood.
So once a year then....
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