What's lamer than lame?
Is it being married that makes me this way? Or is it having two females in the house?
Could there really be enough estrogen floating through the air here to overpower my raw, almost primal, manliness?
How else do you explain that I'm capable of tearing up while watching...
(pause for effect)
...golf on TV?
Seems a little silly, no?
I first noticed this strange phenomenon in 1997, when Tiger Woods won his first Masters. When he finished his final round, he walked off the green and into his father's arms and cried his eyes out.
That gave me goosebumps because I had just watched a young life's work come to a very impressive result. My eyes were still dry, though.
In the years since, a number of the icons of the game have played their final rounds in various venues. Arnold Palmer and Jack Nicklaus, in particular, have played their last competitive rounds at St. Andrews and Augusta National, perhaps the two best-known golf courses in the world.
Each time, the TV network poured on the sappy "this is the end of an era" junk with footage from past victories. They really laid on the emotion, and that's when I began to soften up. My eyes got teary.
At this year's Masters, Zach Johnson walked off the 18th green to hug his wife and kiss his newborn baby. In a brief interview, he thanked Jesus Christ for walking with him during the round. Family man + newborn baby + strong believer = grown man tearing up in front of the TV.
This past Sunday, Tiger Woods won the PGA Championship. It's his 13th major and his second win in as many weeks. The win pushed him even further into the history books.
And it was his first win since his daughter was born about a month ago.
The camera followed him up to the scorer's tent, where he signed his scorecard and made his win official.
Waiting patiently in the background, swaying back and forth in constant motion in only the way a parent can, was his wife and his little baby girl.
And I got teary.
I have reached new depths of lame. So to toughen myself up a bit, I'm off to watch the first half hour of Saving Private Ryan a few times.
Could there really be enough estrogen floating through the air here to overpower my raw, almost primal, manliness?
How else do you explain that I'm capable of tearing up while watching...
(pause for effect)
...golf on TV?
Seems a little silly, no?
I first noticed this strange phenomenon in 1997, when Tiger Woods won his first Masters. When he finished his final round, he walked off the green and into his father's arms and cried his eyes out.
That gave me goosebumps because I had just watched a young life's work come to a very impressive result. My eyes were still dry, though.
In the years since, a number of the icons of the game have played their final rounds in various venues. Arnold Palmer and Jack Nicklaus, in particular, have played their last competitive rounds at St. Andrews and Augusta National, perhaps the two best-known golf courses in the world.
Each time, the TV network poured on the sappy "this is the end of an era" junk with footage from past victories. They really laid on the emotion, and that's when I began to soften up. My eyes got teary.
At this year's Masters, Zach Johnson walked off the 18th green to hug his wife and kiss his newborn baby. In a brief interview, he thanked Jesus Christ for walking with him during the round. Family man + newborn baby + strong believer = grown man tearing up in front of the TV.
This past Sunday, Tiger Woods won the PGA Championship. It's his 13th major and his second win in as many weeks. The win pushed him even further into the history books.
And it was his first win since his daughter was born about a month ago.
The camera followed him up to the scorer's tent, where he signed his scorecard and made his win official.
Waiting patiently in the background, swaying back and forth in constant motion in only the way a parent can, was his wife and his little baby girl.
And I got teary.
I have reached new depths of lame. So to toughen myself up a bit, I'm off to watch the first half hour of Saving Private Ryan a few times.
posted by Leighton @ My Best Investments at
6:08 PM
5 Comments:
I cry at golf too.
But I'm pregnant.
:-)
Maybe you should skip "Saving Private Ryan" -- which does star Tom Hanks, after all, the same man who made "Sleepless in Seattle" -- and go straight to Steven Seagal.
I've always been emotional, but ever since I became a parent (actually, ever since we became pregnant) I've turned into a total sap.
And my husband has also become noticeably more emotional about anything related to babies, kids, parenthood, etc.
You should see the two of us every time a baby is baptized at our church.
I vote for the Seagal. After all, he's Marked for Death, but Hard to Kill...he's Out for Justice, but Under Siege and Above the Law...
I'm crying right now!
Thanks sissy. At least I only cried through the end of Charlotte's Web the other night.
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