Before yesterday’s
game against the Twins, a Sun-Times’ reporter asked White Sox rookie infielder
Matt Davidson why he wasn’t watching the Masters’ golf tournament on the TV;
Davidson had opted for a ballgame instead.
Said the rookie, wise beyond his 26 years: “I don’t watch golf. That thing bores me to death.”
Indeed. Nothing like seeing a tiny white speck
against a blue sky, hour after hour. To
me, all golf courses look alike, I don’t care how hard the par-5 seventh hole at
Blah-blah-blah is. Of course, baseball critics
say pretty much the same thing, except the white speck comes off as a little
bigger onscreen. But you know what? They can have Augusta and the green jacket
and the old-boys’ misogyny. Give me
Fenway any day. With Chris Sale on the
mound, the place is electric. Fore!
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