Say what you will about golf, but there's nothing quite as exciting as watching the last 3 holes of a PGA Major with Tiger Woods in the final pairing. Tiger is elegant. He pulls off miracle shots. When he's on, he's unbelievable and unbeatable.
My stomach has been upset all day. I made scrambled eggs for dinner. Then watched the last 3 holes of the PGA Championship on Tivo. Not a good idea.
My stomach flipped and flopped with each shot. I didn't breathe. I clenched my teeth. I gasped. I turned myself into knots in my chair. It's tough enough when he's ahead. It really sucks when he's behind. Which he was for those last 3 holes.
His drives off the tee were great. He couldn't putt to save his soul. Or the Championship.
Damn.
Delete.
Onto the next great Sunday sport captured on Tivo. NASCAR.
It's really not that big a change of pace for me. The sport is. My reaction is not. My stomach is in knots. I'm gritting my teeth. I'm struggling to breathe normally. My head feels like it's going to explode.
It's only lap 8 of 200.
I'm going to stop watching, turn on a rerun of NCIS, get my remaining nerve calmed, and head to bed.
Peace.
