I’ve discussed ad nauseam through my various posts on this site that I’m fucking abysmal at golf. Like gun to my parents’ heads and I have to drive the ball straight off the tee and suddenly I’m an orphan. I couldn’t get a golf ball in the hole unless I dropped it in. I have the utmost respect for professional golfers mostly because, honestly, there’s just no way I could do it. So this story about Ernie Els opening a 6 hours bar tab after hitting a hole-in-one really doesn’t surprise me as much as it makes me jealous I’ll never be able to do the same thing.
Here’s the shot.
And the announcement.
Honestly, I’ve always heard rumors that Els is a bit a dickhead, but anyone willing to pop open a 6 hour bar tab as a gift to people for something that you did is ok in my book. It almost makes me want to shrug off these societal chains of the blog grind and take it up. It can’t be that hard. Just kind of eyeball what the golfer’s thinking and agree with him. “I think I should use my driver on this one.” “Agreed.” “Or should I use one of my woods?” “Yep that works too. Good job.” There’s really not too much to it. And for an open bar long enough that you can piss your pants, change, piss your pants again and still get your money’s worth? Unbeatable.