I've got big plans for Friday. First, I'll be dressed more appropriately. And don't think I'll be the only news reporter rocking shorts. A lot of those pretty TV reporters who look all button-down are wearing shorts, too.
I'm hanging with John Fitzgibbons tomorrow. He's the man who puts out the fires, you know --trouble shoots. I'm hoping to catch up with Chef Lou again. Last year, I made a salad with him. I talked to the Restaurant Associates top chef on Monday and I think I may have offended him. (Imagine that.) I was telling him that I wanted a harder job this year because I had mastered making salads. He looked at me and said, he hadn't even mastered salads yet. What he really wanted to say was "Idiot girl, how dare you think you can be a salad expert in a half hour!"
I'm also trying to hook up with the car wash guys tomorrow. They keep the rides real shiny and they told me the secret on how to keep your car looking showroom new. You gotta hit the blog tomorrow to find out. I'm off to flag football and then pre-Cinco de Mayo parties.
Holla'
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Friday is a big day
If you'd like to make a call
A couple of weeks ago, several of you ripped me for criticizing the ushers at Blumenthal about their anti-cellphone fanaticism. (One blog poster is still waiting for me to apologize)
Well, at the Wachovia Championship cellphones aren't an issue. Patrons are advised to leave them in the car and there are five call centers set up throughout the course with Sprint telephones. Each has six phones, along with high-speed Internet access in case patrons need to check mail. Callers are asked to limit their conversations to five minutes to allow more people to use the phones. Call centers are great, but it's not the same as holding up your own phone and letting the person on the other end hear the roar of the crowd when David Duval whacks the ball.
Who cares about golf?
Crowds of people gathered around the parking area to see the cool cars lined up. This Mercedes SLR was the eye catcher of the afternoon.
Dressed for the tourney
Aww, they're so cute: Jessica Pinti and Patrick Rabun on their way to see Vijay Singh
Doing it with style: Maurice Brown (green) and Reggie Weddington ( brown) taking in their first Wachovia Championship
It's hot out herre, I wanna take my clothes off
Whoa, I totally didn't pay attention to weather when I got dressed for the tournament this morning. I rode my motorcycle because I'm in gas conservation mode. That means I'm wearing boots and jeans, and I'm dyiiing. Tomorrow I'm taking it back to zip away pants. You know the ones that turn into shorts when you zip the legs off. I'll be rocking those when I rode over.
Missing Tiger
A buddy and I stopped by Belle Acres for the Wachovia Championship media night and were surprised by the light crowd. The food was great (as you can tell by the line of people in the photograph), but there were fewer people than last year. We wondered if the absence of Tiger brought less media folks out this year or were reporters chasing reaction about the passing of Tiger's dad, Earl.
Speaking of which, a couple of co-workers and I got into a heated debate about the importance of Earl Woods' death. I won't mention any names, but two others and I remarked about how sad it was that he died. After following Tiger's career, I felt like I knew his father. I was shedding tears along with Tiger when he won the Augusta National in 1997 and hugged his father for a long time. My mom and I sniffled on the phone to each other as we watched. I'll always remember the elder Woods in that moment.
One colleague commented that the passing of Tiger's dad was no more significant than the death of any other 74-year-old man. We argued about why the death of Tiger's dad was news and was more notable than any random person in our obit pages. Our colleague didn't budge.
What do you think? Should Earl Woods have been an obit inside our local section?
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