Mike and I went to the US Open yesterday. I am not a golf fan, but I figured a large event would be a lot of fun regardless of the sport. I have been told be people in the past that I would be a good golfer. Maybe they think that since I am tall I would play well, but I am not sure if I am coordinated enough. I also think that I would spend a great deal of time swearing and tearing up the grass. But who knows, maybe I will try it when all my joints are totally worn out.
Mike was invited by a banker, so of course everything was first class. It blew my middle-class mind. I have never seen so many men in khaki shorts and striped shirts. They had a huge tent village with AC for food and drinks that had computers, phones, walls with paintings, and TVs showing the event (and the world cup for Mike). Even the portable bathrooms were fancy (more pictures on the wall, wall paper, wooden doors). Mike's work friend said that they started building all of the tents in March for the event. The merchandise tent was the size of a large tennis bubble. It was a spectacle.
I have to say that golfing is a really good spectator sport (in person). You can get up really close to all of the players since the course is so large. That made it really fun, even for the non-fan. We watched a lot of the guys that I heard about from 10 feet away. It was most impressive seeing them drive. The players all had different body types as well. Most sports tend to favor a certain body type, but you saw them all (fat and fit).
Why can't you boo in golf? New Yorkers even boo in the opera!
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