KG’s Blog Post #99 – 4/11/11 3:48am (Masters, etc.)
It’s only 3am and I could be watching TV, but I’ve decided to write some more Green tongue. I watch a lot of Fox news, so it is must be clearly noted they are the best cable channel out there. However, their sports people should all be ship-canned. They quickly mentioned the kid who won, and then went on a kiss ass piece on Rigger Foods finishing 4th and how he played his best last round ever and his lowest front ever. Pitiful display of journalism. I believe that Charl Schwartzel may be the only golfer ever to finish with 4 birdies and win the Masters. How on planet earth do you not give this kid the credit? I think it was my karma on South Africa, as I just mentioned them in my last piece. Speaking of that, no one to date has picked off the correct “Lies” answers yet!
I played today and I was pleased with my swings on the range, but I was disgusted with what I brought to the course. I’m paying the price now as the leg is on high, but at least it’s not on cry mode. I must get back out and just learn to trust and accept what I have. We golfers all know how freaking hard that is though. I was keenly aware of the tension Peter mentioned, but could not calm the muscles down.
I’m not sending this yet because by 5am I will really say something stupid. I will say that South Africa-Ireland-Japan-USA are all locations of the drain O. I say straight flat tax needs to be created. My putting is currently has pathetic as my writing. My head is moving too fast and I know it but can’t stop it. How come we don’t know the name of the dope who invented this game? He should be hung.
Some of you know that I’ve had to stop drinking because it sets the nerves off in the leg, but it’s sad that my head pounds constantly and I didn’t even have fun earlier. During this stretch of nonstop sleep, I have purchased the following on info crap from TV & Internet: new green pots – vitamins by beach body – video hip hop dance on losing weight – power driver by moment us – sex toys. Now the good news is I don’t remember doing any of it, so when the packages arrived it was like Xmas. I’ve lost a leg and now what brain I had left. What’s next?