I’ve come back to add something to the blog I’ve already posted, below: I watched some of the NHL awards, and loved, LOVED, how nervous Evgeni Malkin was before his speech, it was so endearing. Could you imagine barely speaking English, being 20, and having to public speak in front of tens of thousands in Las Vegas?
Everybody was humble and fairly nervous. What other sport is that possible? God that made me proud.
Shocker, it rained allll day on Long Island today. At least the forecast looks great: 60%, 40%, 40%, 40% chance of skin-pruning, unrelenting wetness.
That’s what it was like the day I caddied there. Identical weather. Somehow, I lacked the veto power to stop the round since I was the caddy. Another shocker.
I just can’t fathom trying to play a course that’s over 7,400 yards after its rained 30 of the last 45 days. “Next on the tee, from The Ark, New York… Noah!”
You know what else I can’t fathom?
Is having the extra two inches of fabric to look socially acceptable weighing your thighs down that much? And to top it off, they have to have that little cut up the side to really emphasize the feel of being naked/looking like a fairy?
I’ve finally come to grips with the concept of running. It’s a cheap way to stay in shape. I can understand this.
I just can’t understand the shorts.
So, odds are you don’t give a f***, but bear with me: My first piece of PR writing is on a website, and going in our local magazine, Okanagan Life. Here’s the link if you’d loooove to see the dynamic copy writing I do. Hey, maybe you need some done.
Or, maybe you like when I show pictures of bunnies, write curse words, and break my face playing your favourite sport. Whicheves.