Greg Norman is an amazing business man. I read his book and oddly enough I met Greg the day after I finished it!
Greg and I have a lot in common. We’re both damn handsome. We both have amazing golf swings. We both play MacGregor gear, and we have similar marital, uh, “experiences.”
Greg’s ex-wife received $103 million of Norman’s assets in the divorce settlement. Norman’s net worth is roughly $500 million. Greg’s son and daughter will receive all of his golf trophies and at least $100 million between them when he dies.
I’m golf blogging from my favorite restaurant, sipping a refreshing “beverage” and listening to a jazz piano player playing “Mona Lisa.” My buddy who owns the place just showed me his knee, which he messed up last week during our weekly golf competition. Its bad. He’s limping and can’t lift his leg up without the help of his arm. It isn’t looking like he’ll be attempting to win back the $8.00 I acquired from him last week any time soon. I suggested that my pal look up Dr. Rosenberg up in Park City, Tiger Woods’ knee doctor.
My Tuesday men’s league pal hurt his back. This guy is a super die hard. For him to tell me he can’t play means he is in a ton of pain.
Looks like the world of my golf buddies is crumbling around me. I better watch my step, not lift anything heavy, and definitely no quick movements.
Happy Birthday to the USA!
Golfinator Four: Judgement Swing
I have a friend named Brian who I’ve played dozens of rounds of golf with. A couple of weeks ago I ran into Brian in the pro shop and saw a bizarre contraption on his arm. No it wasn’t the next version of the swing jacket. No he wasn’t auditioning for Terminator 4. It was a medical device.
Brian is a sculptor. He was sculpting a very large project, about a 10 foot tall block of marble. While cutting the marble, the motorized rock cutter slipped and went right into his forearm. The blade cut right through all of his muscle and tendons/ligaments to about half way through the bone. His fingers immediately curled under because the ligaments on the underside didn’t have any resistance.
Brian nearly bled to death.
Man did I have a smokin’ round today. I mean, I was damn near on fire. I was kicking the rear end of my pal, the head pro and director of golf. On #16 approach I saw some smoke coming from #17. If you recall this post, TWO golf carts plunged into the river on #17 and were pulled out by tractors yesterday.
My friend and golf pro had to leave me hanging and save his course and his bacon. He had to go deal with the fire which was left of #17 fairway. We could see the flames clear from 16 fairway, a good 350 yards away. It was lucky my buddy left. I knocked my approach to three feet and drained my birdie putt!
Smoke and fire left of #17 fairway.
“Can you fire engines please hold it down? We’re teeing off!”
There’s no way a fire in that area started by itself. There must have been some kids playing with matches in there.