The Golf Blogger's ace and James Frey's memoir scam lead to questioning everything
The Golf Blogger got a hole in one the other day. Or so he says.
“There were no witnesses. I was the only one crazy enough to be out in that weather. Even the pro shop was closed. I wasn’t keeping score. So I have no official score card. I had shot bogey on every hole to that point, though,” writes this mysterious person known as The Golf Blogger … who can’t even find the ball.
Now, let me tell you, I hate to cast dispersions on TGB’s supposed accomplishment, but too may things have happened recently that have shaken up my belief system. Ordinarily, I’m like a school girl, traipsing around, just believing everything said and written by everyone.
Kim Jong Il made 11 aces in a round? Wow, that little bugger can sure golf!
The word ‘golf’ is an acronym for: Gentlemen Only; Ladies Forbidden? How about that!
Saddam was involved in 9/11? Hey, let’s get him!
But lately, I’ve stopped taking things at face value, one of the reasons being James Frey’s A Million Little Pieces, a supposed non-fiction memoir about his battle from drug addiction and general debauchery. It seems Oprah Winfrey started pushing the book, which went on to sell nearly four million copies.
Then The Smoking Gun went and proved that several good chunks of it were made-up nonsense. Now Frey’s in damage-control mode as Winfrey, his agent and many others are leaping from the burning building that is his reputation.
Now, am I comparing The Golf Blogger’s hole-in-one story to Frey’s monumental book scam? Yes, I absolutely am!
Ok, just kidding. It’s actually very easy to tell the two apart as one of them is a pleasant guy who loves golf and writes a blog about it, while the other is a lying douchebag making a mint on the suffering of others in such a way that screams “I have very small genitalia!”
Oh, and if there’s any confusion, the lying douchebag that likely lacks endowment I speak of is James Frey.
Personally, I believe The Golf Blogger, because he saved my life several times when we fought side-by-side in Vietnam. I’ve even named my youngest daughter “TheGolfBlogger Wolfrum” to show my appreciation (she totally hates me now).
So TGB, congratulations on your ace, and sorry no one was there to see it. And for everyone else, remember to not believe everything you read.
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