As any fule kno, I hate change, especially change which won’t necessarily improve anything. I also hate it when “change” is replaced by a euphemism such as “overhaul” — because “overhaul” to me means improving something or, at worst, restoring it to its original form or function after neglect. Imagine then my disgust at this development:
Overhaul of Augusta National ahead of the Masters is sign of the times as golf seeks to be the ultimate family sport
- Historic occasion for women’s golf on Saturday with first amateur Augusta event
- It was the turn of some of America’s best juniors to play the course on Sunday
- The club where nothing changed for decades is undergoing huge transformation
…and all the dreadful details are included in the link above. Several comments come to mind immediately.
Unless the something that has been going on for decades is genocide, institutionalized child molestation or South African-style apartheid, there’s no need to change anything. What has gone on for decades at Augusta National GC is a policy of men-only membership (only recently relaxed [spit] ) and a culture which creates a male enclave — and only to the most fevered feminist could this equate to the three horrors above. I know, wimmens are going to say, “It’s not that important; why are you making such a fuss?” to which my response is: “If it’s not that important, then why the fuck are you trying to change it?” I’ve written about men-only places before, and the benefits of such places where men can be unholy assholes without some woman or girly-man taking offense at their language / behavior. It’s a safety-valve for such activity, and I for one miss it terribly. I see nothing wrong with gender-specific institutions, whether female-only universities or, like Augusta, male-only golf clubs. (Don’t even get me started on military schools.)
So: why allow women to play at Augusta, when there are thousands upon thousands of other golf courses for them to play at? Pure symbolism, is why. (And I’ll bet these Amazon golferettes didn’t play off the back tees, either.)
Then there’s this crap about golf as the “ultimate family sport”? What the fuck is that all about? Let’s be honest: golf has always been a male preserve, except for the many lesbians who participate in the women’s tour and for the wives of male club-members who need to take a full day out of the week for a “Ladies Day” to get together and fuck around — don’t get me started on the double standard involved with that. (The truth of the matter is that male golfers prefer a Ladies Day because women play too slowly and pathetically, and it beats having to wait for twenty minutes per hole while Agnes, Pookie and Frances each take four or five shots to reach a green easily reachable in two by a pre-adolescent boy golfer.) And how can golf be the “ultimate family sport” when it bores everyone but the golfers involved to tears?
And Augusta’s decided to go along with this bullshit? Why? The Masters is already one of the most popular sporting events on TV, it’s already regarded as the world championship of golf by all golfers, and if even one of the tournament’s big sponsors decided to quit because feminism, other equally-large sponsors would get into fistfights to be their replacement. (The Masters allows for only a few sponsors and severely-limited advertising time, which is probably a prime reason why it’s so popular.) In other words, Augusta and The Masters are dealing from a position of strength, here, and — let me be quite blunt about this — they have no need to change anything.
But they’re going to, and that’s the pity of it. And if Augusta goes, what chance do any of the other men-only clubs have of continuing?
It’s enough to make a man have a double for his morning gin.
I always liked this guy, as much for his ability as his quiet, classy sportsmanship. And here’s further reason why I should:
Roger Federer has revealed that he refuses to sleep in a bed without his wife of almost a decade by his side.
The Swiss-born tennis ace, 37, who is widely considered the greatest male player of all time, admitted that his wife, children and friends come first, despite his passion for the sport.
In an interview with The Sunday Times, Federer explained that his wife, whom he married in 2009, and their two sets of twins, who are home-schooled, travel everywhere with him when he is on tour.
Gives new meaning to the term “family man”, doesn’t it?. And yeah, his massive income makes that lifestyle possible. Doesn’t mean I shouldn’t applaud him for doing the right thing.
Predictably, Ishmael has an even better (and funnier) take on Federer’s grace and class.
And just for a bonus: some Federer magic. Enjoy.
We conclude this scholarly study of international fan support of football (soccer) teams with a quick glimpse at the world outside the Americas and Europe, starting with the Far East:
And next door:
Meanwhile in (South) Africa:
Although it should be said that in Seffrica, as in the U.S., there’s more support for the oval ball:
While the same is true Down Under:
Then there are the Turkettes:
And speaking of Muslim assholes, let’s give some special appreciation to the ladies from Iran who support their national team. Even though they are pretty much banned from watching the matches in Iran because Islam, they can support their team in away matches:
Although it should also be known that if they wore those same outfits in Teheran, they’d be stoned to death as whores.
One wonders what the ayatollahs would think of this Muslim creature from Albania:
In Iran or Saudi Arabia, she’d be stoned to death; here in the U.S. of A., she’d be offered a modeling contract. Which system is better? I report, you decide.
Continuing with the “countries recently invaded by Germany” theme, we have the lady supporters of Eastern European football, starting (as did the Germans) with Poland:
A little south, we have Croatia:
Which is next door to Serbia:
And then there are their Slavic cousins, Russia:
To the surprise of probably no-one, it was discovered that Russia’s most-photographed female fan (above) is a porno actress in real life (not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course — anyone can support their country, and should).
And to end this segment of female fan support, we have Greece, a country nominally in Western Europe, but geographically south of Poland, so there:
We’ll wrap up this series, so to speak, next week with a look at the rest of the world. As always, feel free to vote for your favorite(s) in Comments.
Last week we studied the fan support of football in the Western Hemisphere, so now we’ll cross the Atlantic, starting with mid-Atlantic Iceland:
I know these ladies are somewhat more demure than the average we’ve seen up till now, but let’s not forget that it gets kinda chilly in Iceland. Staying with the Scandinavian types, there are the original Vikings in Denmark:
…followed by Sweden:
I know Swedes all speak English, and there’s proof. Anyway, let’s move a little south:
And across the border:
Over the Pyrenees mountains:
While over the Channel, we have the English roses:
[insert] Longtime Friend and Reader TrueBrit sends me the following, to highlight England’s winning spirit (and if it makes you giggle, you’re not alone):
Back over in Euroland, there are the Low Countries (Belgium and Holland respectively), who despite their diminutive size, always seem to punch well above their weight class, so to speak:
And lurking just over the Rhine, the Old Enemy (in so many ways):
…and their cousins-in-crime, Austria:
But let’s not talk about The War. The Swiss were neutral, in any case:
Moving south, there’s the confusingly-named Azzuri (despite having national colors of green, white and red, Italy plays in sky-blue jerseys because Italy):
Okay, you can all stop panting now, and vote for your favorites in Comments. In two weeks’ time: Eastern Europe.