Speaking My Piece!

Yesterday was a very special day in the game of golf. Being in love with golf can be really hard sometimes. It’s not something I always feel a hundred percent comfortable talking about freely. A lot of people have a negative preconceived notion in their head about golf, which I can kind of understand. Golf has changed a lot in the last ten years that I have been playing. There was a huge boom over the pandemic, and it hasn’t slowed down since. To be quite honest, I’m not a fan of these new eyes on the game. I like the traditional and gentlemanly nature of the game. This new era has slid into a more “bro” aesthetic. There is nothing wrong with being a “bro,” but I don’t think coming into something so brashly is flattering. I’m not always a fan of the untucked polos, backwards hats, beer galore, and betting. I, like a lot of pre-COVID golfers, have definitely loosened up to it a bit. It is hard not to when you primarily play out of a course that doesn’t really care about the game. It’s more of a money-making thing. The way to make money right now is to go “bro.” When the rules aren’t enforced and “bro” is encouraged, then why act like anything different? I’ve slid into not tucking my shirt in, having a drink here and there, and whatnot. I hope when I get older I can belong to a more traditional club. Along with this new era of golf comes fans that aren’t intelligent. As with everything, there are some people who are fine and some people who are dumber than Donald. I’m not trying to be a gatekeeper, but you have to realize that you need to get up to speed before talking shit. This isn’t just with golf but with everything. You can’t jump in and talk shit. You need to wait and learn a little. So, I wrote all of that to allow myself to talk my shit. As someone who has been on the Rory McIlroy train for years and years now, I have been sent to Valhalla. All these new eyes, who don’t know the transformation or heartbreak Rory has been through, started talking shit, and I’m here to defend my man! He fucking did it, and it feels so fucking good. I always said I would die on the hill, that Rory will win the green jacket, that he’s capable of winning a major again, and that he is the greatest golfer of my generation. All the defending and shit talking I’ve done made yesterday feel so sweet. He made history! The emotion he let out on that eighteenth green after the playoff and the emotion he let out on his walk to the scoring building is why I love this game! My friends who don’t even play have texted me telling me how cool it is to watch. The way golf makes you feel, whether you are watching or playing, is truly indescribable. I almost cried after the US Open last summer because of how much it hurt my heart. I was so invested, and it was so hard to watch the ending. I shed a few tears yesterday after it was all over. I love this game. I love defending it. I love defending Rory. I’m so happy it all paid off. Career grand slam! How fucking cool is that? How fucking cool was yesterday? I still feel like I was dreaming and someone is about to wake me up. This season has been great so far, and hopefully Rory doesn’t stop here. I could go on and on talking my shit and describing how much of an emotional rollercoaster yesterday was, but I’ll rest my case here. It was hard seeing my two very favorite golfers go against each other in a playoff. It was cool to see the only person who signed my flag (in both 2022 and 2025) play so well and almost get it done. I’ve loved Justin Rose for a long time. I used to DM him on Instagram long paragraphs hoping he’d respond one day. I hope he gets a big win soon. Okay, I didn’t speak my shit as much as I thought I would. Fuck you Dillion for doubting my boy!  I’m on my way back home from the city. It’s been a long week of traveling in the car, but I’m making the most of it! I got to see Violet today, which made me happy! Spring break is officially here! Happy Monday, everyone!