Legrandfromage
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- Aug 28, 2004
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If you watched the golf last weekend from Palm Beach Gardens, you had the opportunity to see Pat Perez, he of the hot temper, striding up the last few fairways when there was still some possibility of his catching up. Now I have never seen Pat Perez before, and don't follow the PGA closely enough to realize he is an up and coming hot property, but when Johnny Miller (he of Sears stretch slacks fame, who can forget?) mentions that Pat has a problem controlling his temper I start to think about John Daly's problems witrh booze, Paul Azinger's cancer, Tom Watson's caddy with ALS and all the other struggles that we witness on the tour. So OK, I'll watch Pat when they throw him on.
WOW. I thought I was watching major league baseball! So maybe he doesn't scratch himself (maybe he does?), but the volume of expectorant that kid brings up is like watching a whole team grease the infield! Walk, spit, walk, spit, walk, spit. Grosses me out. I recall when I was probably 10 and spitting was macho until my Dad explained, not so gently, that gentlemen don't do that in public any more than they would urinate publicly. (Golfers exempted, of course). Well Pat, here's the drift, it ain't macho or anything else, cut it out!
WOW. I thought I was watching major league baseball! So maybe he doesn't scratch himself (maybe he does?), but the volume of expectorant that kid brings up is like watching a whole team grease the infield! Walk, spit, walk, spit, walk, spit. Grosses me out. I recall when I was probably 10 and spitting was macho until my Dad explained, not so gently, that gentlemen don't do that in public any more than they would urinate publicly. (Golfers exempted, of course). Well Pat, here's the drift, it ain't macho or anything else, cut it out!
