On Any Sunday

Another Round

There was a golf tournament in Florida over the weekend that I wasn’t paying attention to since I heard that the leader was up by seven strokes heading into the final round on Sunday. Although I usually like watching the final round of almost any tournament, since it’s often filled with high drama, ups and downs, and occasionally tears for the guy who finally wins after years of losing, I didn’t expect to see any of that with this one. But I did peek in and he was still up by a handful, and then the camera zeroed in on the owner, and I didn’t realize until that moment that this was his and there he was. I thought they’d made a decision not to include any of his many courses on their tour, which lead me down a shallow rabbit hole this morning: The PGA Tour returned to…ending a decade-long absence and signaling a new era of warmer relations. Said one golf writer, I think it’s another example of how the presidency tends to sort of normalize everyone, in a way. That it’s impossible to sustain outrage or protests against someone who the country has elected into that office. You think? Of course I found something more enjoyable to do with the remainder of my Sunday, so I didn’t see the non-dramatic ending, his face again, or the recently erected 15-foot gold statue with a raised arm and a fist not holding an apple.