Whitebeard Rants

Say it with me: "I'm Mad as Hell and I'm not going to take this ANYMORE!"

Say it with me: “I’m Mad as Hell and I’m not going to take this ANYMORE!”

Ask any of my friends, and they’ll likely tell you I’ve been an old man trapped in a young man’s body since I was 15 years old.  That I exhibit old man tendencies has been true off-and-on for the last twenty years.

The Friar Tuck hairline didn’t help dispel that notion.  Now, with the red in The Beard having been largely replaced with white, I’m really starting to look the part of cranky old guy in residence.

The old man caricatures don’t stop at appearances.  I’d like to think that I’m prone to be the thoughtful, mature voice in the crowd is how I got this reputation, but that’s not the truth. Instead, I’m usually the cranky curmudgeon over in the corner that everyone hopes doesn’t speak up and no one wants to hear from.  And I’m comfortable with that.

Every once in while, I’ll get riled enough that I feel compelled to speak up and set the record straight.  Below is a collection of my various rants, golf related and otherwise, that for the sake of the future of the human race I think ought to be aired in public.

Also, once in a Blue Moon of Kentucky, I’ll get inspired to completely make something up.  Think less Newbery Medal, more The Onion.  These definitely shouldn’t be read…by anyone…ever.

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