On weekends, when the Wife and I are not driving to Brunswick or Portland, or fuming about another onslaught of snow, we (ok, I) watch a lot of sports. This weekend it was mostly basketball, with some hockey and golf Sunday. After watching the Penguins demolish the hapless Bruins, I lazed about watching Tiger win again and hearing the gushing about The-Deity-That-Is-Tiger over and over from the NBC crew. Which is where the title of this entry comes in.
Why, oh why, does NBC persist in having Jimmy Roberts constantly annoy us with his presence? Usually it's his garishly mawkish pieces on some forgotten or beaten-to-death item, carefully calculated to tug our heartstrings and move us to tears. Sunday, however, it was a brief "conversation" with some guy (name forgotten, but probably the PGA's version of Matt Drudge) breaking the news that Phil Mickelson was seen practicing with Butch Harmon after that day's round. So what, you say? Butch Harmon is not Phil's coach! Jimmy added his own little "the chat rooms will be on fire over this" comment, to help us figure out just how important this news really is. Proving once again that life really is like high school. I just hope Phil's coach Rick Smith will be, like, so totally over this by the Prom.
Oh, and remind me next month to stay out of spitting distance from this guy. Blech.
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I feel the same way about Johnny Miller. Miracle at Oakmont indeed.
I do enjoy the banter of Feherty and McCord, but they can be grating sometimes. I like what Faldo has been doing on ABC, but Curtis Strange has been, well just, strange.
So you will not get to hear the dulcid tones of Jim Nantz and Pat Summerall next weekend. Now those guys can talk about golf.
Golf is such a gossipy, spitty game. I like that. Now if they could just change the aesthetics, clothes-wise, I might be able to get behind it.
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