Within the ambiguous burgeoning cloud of particle dynamics and juvenile UV rays only eight minutes old bombarding the Springtime azalea lined fairways and greens of Augusta, murmurs began to spread that a damaged legacy was probably destined for a permanent residence in the mausoleum honoring subjects referred to only referred in the past tense. The pathway immaculately carved though the unhindered wilds towards an immortalized destiny, abruptly transformed into an impossible obstacle course and the face of reality shunning justice with a wry twisted smile. A visit to 1600 Pennsylvania NW in any other capacity other than a patriotic tourist, existed only on an obscure orbit in the dark reaches of space and light years from feasible probability.
2018 was a cruel year for the tainted legend professional golfer of Tiger Woods, and nearly culminated a sobering decade of physical and emotional ailments with the harsh finality that winning another championship was an impossibility in this lifetime. Rumors spread throughout the oaken clubhouse locker rooms across the nation, Asia and Europe, that the 42-year-old once masterful guru and delight of boisterous galleries, PGA tour officials, and television executives, was going to hang up the spikes and ride the highs of an unbelievable career into the gently dissolving twilight. The toll of incessant public scrutiny, a broken family, and forgettable play on the links, were apparently too much to overcome, and a date with pub night trivia content was a certainty. But then this year’s instant classic version of the Masters happened, abruptly altering the trajectory of the near future.
Courageously and inexplicably Woods withstood the grind of Amen Corner and a talented and resilient field as only a former champion could, in earning his fifth Green Jacket, and hoisting his fifteenth major trophy. The epic victory walk reignited a boisterous fandom, and earned the golfer an invitation to the Oval Office, reports Fox News, an honor that the rejuvenated sporting icon graciously accepted. In a true win-win scenario, a pair of alpha males and fierce competitors within a historic halls emanating liberty, will certainly reflect upon a memorable moment that provides a brief respite to the ongoing societal battle between ideologies and relentless background noise of visceral discontent.
Golfer, beast, and flora can agree that it “just doesn’t get any better than this”.
Hopefully, the kind gesture offered by the President will halt the alarming trend of the hipster movement influencing certain professional athletes and amateurs outside of the scholarship and infrastructure funding sports of football and men’s basketball from rudely and snarkily declining an invitation for a once in a lifetime opportunity and celebration of excellence both on and off the field. At the very least the Trump-Tiger summit should cleanse the republic of the intrusive and reprehensible actions of Colin Kaepernick politicizing the National Anthem, however the recent controversy surrounding the banning of “God Bless America” at certain sporting venues and judging Kate Smith by today’s ridiculous double standard of propagandized culture leading to victimhood is simply another reason to despise the New York Yankees outside the context of George Costanza.
At least the crazy cat woman is out of the proverbial bag, as the tiresome extremist playbook of “and/or” illogical intolerance of pathological typecasting can deftly and effectively be ignored, and reason is gracefully embraced at a time in history where the triumph of winners and the devastation of losers is still understood.
Sports fan or non-sports fan, one has to be blindly callous to not comprehend the ramifications of the natural order of the universe being restored for at least an instant, as a deserving individual takes the high road of benevolence and class in acting as a patriot. The perfect day of highlighting the undying will of the American spirit would only be complete if the President chose to detach himself from the intoxicating tendrils of the social media sirens and like all account holders inadvertently and indirectly promoting the unethical and reckless societal engineering agenda of Silicon Valley tycoons bent on changing the world for the worse, because they can. However, not even Jack Dorsey or Mark Zuckerberg can crash this party.
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Read the Fox News story here.
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