Help me resolve a fight I had with my dad

SPOILER ALERT —  In keeping with the spirit of this post, details of the final round of the British Open Golf Championship may be revealed below.  If you plan to watch the final round on DVR and have been avoiding contact with all people, news sources, and internet feeds other than my blog, be warned that you should stop reading now.  Thank you for considering my blog irresistible despite those attempts.

Yesterday, my dad and I had a major fight.  As is advised in all domestic disputes, I’m turning to the Internet for a speedy and just resolution.  My goal is to receive a completely fair and impartial decision, so I will present the story as neutrally as possible.  

Background:

This dispute involves two individuals: “Person A” and his father, “Person B.”  For ease of reference, I’ve selected random names for the two people.  I’ll call Person A “SONNY” and Person B “POPS.”  On July 22, 2012, Sonny and Pops were playing a round of golf.  At the outset of the round, Pops referenced the final round of the British Open Golf Championship.  Sonny immediately said, “I’m DVR’ing the final round.  I don’t want to know anything about it.  I’m really looking forward to watching it when I get home.  It would mean a lot to me if you didn’t say anything at all about the tournament.  I love golf, and other than playing golf with you, Dad, watching the British Open is my favorite thing in the world.”  

The Incident:

After the fifteenth hole, Sonny and Pops were reflecting on their enjoyable round.  Sonny said, “Pops, it’s so great to be out here with you on such a beautiful day.  We sure are living the good life.”  Pops grunted some form of agreement or disagreement.  His intent was not clear because while Sonny was thanking his father profusely for the round of golf, Pops was reading the internet on his smartphone, which the country club explicitly bans from use during the round.  Sonny then said, “I love you, Pops.”  But Pops was too distracted by some fascinating detail on his phone, and he did not respond.

When they reached the sixteenth tee box a short while later, Sonny placed his peg in the ground and began his pre-shot routine.  Just as Sonny was about to address his ball and hit an incredibly difficult tee shot, Pops shouted an interruption.  ”WAIT!”  he screamed out, sending a resounding echo through the hollows of historic Silvermine Golf Club.

Sonny backed off of the ball, already slightly annoyed to be torn from his pre-shot routine.  Pops said to the group, “I know you guys don’t want to know anything about the British Open….But….”  At this point, Sonny and another member of the foursome protested.  ”No, Pops.  Don’t tell us anything.”  Pops insisted that he was not providing any information that was going to ruin the DVR’ed viewing experience.  Sonny, however, was furious about knowing even this small piece of information.  In his (most likely correct and supported by the internet) view, Sonny interpreted Pops to mean one of the following things:

  1. Adam Scott did not win in resounding fashion.
  2. It was going to get exciting and close at the end of the round.
  3. Tiger Woods either did something special or something atrocious.  (Not in that way, pervs)
  4. There was a playoff.

Sonny surmised that Pops was going to say, “I know you don’t want to know anything but you’re in for a good show.”  He also has known Pops long enough to know that Pops is incapable of having a piece of information he wants to share with you and not sharing it.  The second he opened his mouth, I felt like this:

 

The Outcome:

Sonny returned from a great day on the golf links feeling grateful that he got to spend a beautiful day out in nature with his dad.  For the next 6-9 hours, he did not move from his position on the couch, except to eat ice cream, which if you have read his blog before you know he struggles with.   With just four holes to play, Adam Scott had a commanding lead and was a 98% favorite to win the British Open.  But Sonny had an uneasy feeling about Scott’s chances.  

Sure enough, Scott went on to bogey the last four holes, and Ernie Els hoisted the trophy. Unfortunately, Pops didn’t even provide the information early enough for Sonny to win $32,000, like this guy did.

The Resolution:

So what do you say, Internet?  Should Pops have respected the rules of his golf club, not checked his phone, avoided any details about the British Open and not even started to say anything to Sonny?  Or should he have waited just a short few hours and allowed Sonny to have a wonderful, spoiler free afternoon of European Golf and then discussed the tournament then?

The Olympics

It’s no secret that I love the Olympics.  Looking back on my life, I’m convinced that if my parents had pushed me a little bit harder I could have been an Olympian.  But I’m also a realist.  So I’ve narrowed it down to these three events for where I had my best chance (summer olympics only): 

1.  Archery

When I used to go to summer camp every year, I excelled in Archery.  On one particularly accurate day, I popped the balloon pinned to the target.  I also enjoy saying “quiver” and can patiently wait for the whistle to retrieve my arrows.  Also, the bows they use are so ridiculous that I don’t even know if there is skill involved.  I mean, c’mon.  Look at this thing:

2.  Boxing

In 10th grade, we boxed in Ervin Cruz’s backyard after school one day.  I got pitted in a bought against Ervin.  He knocked me out almost immediately.  I feel that if I had instead won that bought, it may have launched a successful boxing career.  Instead, I stayed on the ground in a semi-conscious state for about 10 minutes, and then pretended to be concussed so that I wouldn’t have to fight anyone else.  One of his jabs caused my braces to adhere directly to my upper lip, causing severe internal mouth bleeding.  That night was the worst marching band practice of my life.  

3.  Gymnastics (Rhythmic)

Little known fact:  I can make a circle in the air with a scarf better than just about anyone else I’ve ever met.  Unfortunately, this event is one of two women-only events in the Olympic games.  Title IX essentially ruined my chances at a Wheaties box.  I also find it difficult to spell the word rhythmic without looking it up each time.  They should just call it “not really gymnastics.  Or a sport.”  That’s easier to spell and more accurate.  

I think that’s it.  Maybe steeplechase too, but I don’t like to get my socks wet, so I never really tried it.  

Things I’ve Been Into

To follow up on that last post, here’s a list of pretty much everything I’ve ever been into (relevant dates in parentheses)

  • Anne (August 1996 – December 2000; January 2001-present)
  • Playing hard to get with Anne (December 2000 – January 2001)
  • Rage Against the Machine (1994-1999; 2010-present)
  • the Allman Brothers (college)
  • The Simpsons (college)
  • The Wire (three week binge, 2010)
  • Freshmen girls (Senior year of college)
  • Office Space 
  • Call Me Maybe (every time it gets stuck in my head)
  • Adele (two months after the rest of America)
  • Fight Club (every night for a two week period right after I started working at my first job)
  • The internet
  • Nick Hornby books
  • Mad Men (2012)
  • Hating on Mad Men (2010)
  • The British Office (2003)
  • Hating on the American version of the Office (2004)
  • Loving the American version of the Office (2004)
  • Running
  • Talking about running
  • Yoga
  • blogging (may 2011-may 2012; today)
  • Fake Tanning (After spring break in Panama City Florida Junior Year)
  • golf 
  • Taylor Made Burner Drivers
  • Tiger Woods
  • Bon Iver (anytime I am sad)
  • Bob Dylan Bootleg Series 
  • Guns N Roses (Pre-buckethead)
  • Facebook (when I’m bored)
  • Twitter (when I’m bored and on the subway)
  • tumblr (When I’m bored and want to look at pictures of my niece)
  • plaid shirts (high school)
  • khaki pants (college)
  • wearing hats (when I had hair and didn’t believe people that told me wearing hats make you bald)
  • captain and coke (college)
  • Bonobos pants 
  • Warby Parker glasses
  • BD Baggies shirts
  • Puma golf shorts
  • the Mets (1983-1988)
  • The Red Sox (1990-2006)
  • the Olympics 
  • Quentin Tarrantino movies
  • hot dogs 
  • WWF wrestling (Junk Yard Dog Era)
  • Talking like Randy the Macho Man Savage (periodically)
  • Talking in a foreign accent (whenever I get back from another country)
  • Hamilton College
  • Playing trumpet (high school)
  • Bill Simmons (pre-ESPN2)
  • Rick Reilly (1993)
  • Hating Rick Reilly (1993-present)
  • Hating the Mannings
  • Hating Phil Mickelson
  • Making lists
  • Ranking things
  • Survivor (the only one still into this)
  • The Biggest Loser
  • The Art of Fielding
  • Finding the best slice of pizza in New York
  • boxes of boobs:
     

I probably forgot something, but I think that covers most of my life.

Things I should be into

I’ve recently found some new things that I’m pretty into.  For instance, I never thought I’d like yoga, but then I saw how much better life can be if I joined a cult and then I stopped blogging for 5 months and no one seemed to worry about me at all.  I may have written off Downton Abbey in my younger days, but recently I found myself waiting with Bated breath to find out if Mr. Bates would kill Anna.  (I really didn’t mean for that to be a Bates pun).

In other words, I’m trying to get more into getting into new things and I’m open to suggestions.  Here are some things that may help you recommend your favorite things to me.

MUSIC:

One of my worst qualities is that I’m just not that into music.  I can’t listen to music while I do other things.  I don’t turn on music when I get home.  I am tone deaf.  Others cringe when I sing along.  I’m not that into hip hop.  I’m pretty out of touch with modern music trends.  I like Mumford & Sons.  So if you have suggestions for things that might break me from this trend, call me maybe?

TV:

I still haven’t watched Breaking Bad.  I watch Louie.  I watched 4/9s of the Girls season and liked all the ones I watched but didn’t commit.  I have the attention span of a 17 month old with ADHD, yet I don’t really like clip shows.  I have netflix streaming but don’t use it enough.  I’d like to binge watch a couple of shows that will make me happy.  Preferably comedy.

Movies:

I just saw 21 Jump Street.  Surprisingly good.  I have the least discerning palate of any movie goer ever.  I literally can’t remember a movie I didn’t at least think was ok. 

Web/Apps:

Should I be more pinteresting?

Fitness:

I’m bored with running, which is making training for and committing to the marathon pretty difficult.  I have been doing other workouts to keep myself from running.  Any ways to make running more exciting (other than those I read about at Hot Bird Running?)

I’ve been trying to do a handstand against the door of my apartment, but Anne thinks it’s too dangerous.  I also worry that one time I will be upside down and she’ll come through the door and break my neck and then feel really bad that I end up in a wheelchair and she has to take care of me for the rest of her life and feed me through a straw.  So that’s pretty much the danger threshold.  

Things to do:

If you know any cool things to do, I will try them and write about them.  Last week I explored Chinatown and the best thing I found was this:

So if your suggestion was going to be squeezable breast balls, then you can hold your advice until later.

What happens at the Duane Reade pharmacy every time I go there.

Me: Hi. Dropping off.
Pharmacist: (Looking at prescription) We don’t have that.
Me: Hm. Ok. Can you order it?
Pharmacist: (Incredibly agitated) I guess.
Me: Great! When will that be ready?
Pharmacist: Let’s see. Today’s what? Wednesday? So we can order it on Monday and it should be in by next Thursday.
Me: Yeah, I guess that works.
Pharmacist: Okay, fine.

Then I leave and twenty minutes later get an automated call telling me that my prescription is ready.