every so often, someone will tell me i look like tiger woods. my whole life this has been happening. it used to frustrate me because i didn’t find it accurate, but lately i’ve accepted it. the masters were on and i was watching. i found myself rooting for tiger because i saw a little of myself in him. what i mean is, if i were to golf, i’d probably look how he looks. growing up, i’ve never watched golf because i thought it was boring, but i’ve always found mini-golf to be tons of fun. while watching him, the screen flipped to others. as i was watching others, i found myself having a new found appreciation for the sport. i wasn’t bored, instead i was excited. it inspired me to go out and play, and because golf is a solo sport, i might actually check out a few courses this summer.
i’ve said it before, i’ll say it again, and i’ll keep saying it; sports is a beautiful thing.
-ratha, 3:21pm, 4.8.18