Thursday, July 17:
Today marks the beginning of the 143rd Open Championship, to be held at Royal Liverpool Golf Club.
I’ve only watched a couple of majors since I hopped on the golf bandwagon, and if this week is anything like the Masters (I’m still bitter toward Bubba for beating Jordan…), it’ll be a great week.
Also, get it Rory McIlroy. GET. IT.
Friday, July 18:
Rory McIlroy is on a tear. I repeat, Sexy McSexy is on a tear.
Saturday, July 19:
Jesus. How do people watch this sport without an inhaler?
Rickie Fowler is the epitome of “you gotta want it” right now. Rory isn’t letting up.
I think I’m going to expire due to all the coverage my favorite golfers are getting. If I don’t update this tomorrow, you know one of them won and I’m either celebrating alone in my apartment or my heart has given out and I’ve gone to golf heaven.
Sunday, July 20 (with the leaders at the turn):
I CAN’T HANDLE THIS TOURNAMENT, I DON’T HAVE THE STRENGTH.
Between Rory and Rickie being paired together and the fact that I’ve run out of the pretzels I was stress-eating, I can’t stop pacing my living room.
Sunday, July 20 (final):
It is done.
I think I might be mad at Rory for beating Rickie, but my libido might not care one bit. Also, good try, Sergio.
Notables from my faves: Jim Furyk and Adam Scott made it to the leaderboard as well, but between the blinding beauty of Jim’s wife Tabitha and the Abercrombie and Fitch ad that is Adam’s face, I didn’t hear a damn thing either of them said in their interviews.
Seriously, guys. Look at this woman. I’m attracted to men as a general rule, but Tabitha might be on my switch-hitting list.
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