I miss Chi-Chi. . .and showboating

When’s the last time you saw a raging bull slain on the green in a PGA tournament? Chi-Chi Rodriguez come back! Golf needs your art of “showboating"!

Frankly, we need more showboaters out there. A simple wave to the crowd, or if the golfer is feeling a bit devilish a pump of the fist with a flying back kick, just won’t cut it in ol’ 2005. From now on, if you drain a 15-footer to go ahead of your playing partner, give him a good stare-down. Even better, walk over to his wife and tell her something along the lines of, “Room 112, 9:15. B.Y.O.B.". That’d make things interesting.

I mean, while Randy Moss is fake-mooning people and Kobe Bryant is reality TV without the lucrative cable TV contract, golf is on the back page.

With all this “reality TV” going on these days (none of which I watch. I think there are only two things I’ve ever vehemently sworn off of: Abercrombie & Fitch and most recently Reality TV. I find more pleasure watching Saved by the Bell and Cosby Show reruns. You can find out more about my hatred of Reality TV by tracking me down at the local pub at last call mumbling to the bartender VH1 has officially turned into the “Paris Hilton Channel” AND my last beer had too much head, after all I asked for a Tall Boy).

Damn, now I’ve gotten so worked up over Reality TV I don’t even want to talk about golf anymore. I’m going to my local pub.