Story checks out.

For Father's day yesterday, I went golfing with my Dad, my brother and my nephew. I generally dislike the game: you hit a ball, you chase after it, then you hit it again, but my Dad enjoys it, so a round of golf is our usual Father's day gift to him.

Having been in Las Vegas for the last three Father's Days, I was even more out of practice than usual. I had planned on stopping at a driving range on the preceding Saturday for some practice, but then it turned out that I couldn't be arsed, having decided that I would instead just show up raw on Sunday, drink a couple beers, relax and just try to hit the ball any old way.

That attitude led to me playing one of the better games I've played in my life. Golf is similar to darts, pool and bowling, in that the less you think, the better you play. I don't remember my score, as I couldn't be arsed to keep it, but everyone in our foursome agreed that I shot well...for me, which is still fairly awful for the average duffer.


We had a good time, which is always the point of the outing. The course we played on is first-rate, with perfectly landscaped and tended rolling hills, and pathways leading away through quiet woods on to the next tee. Environmentalists bash golf courses as wasteful expanses of water-hogging cut grass, eating up hundreds of acres, reserved for the pleasures of the few, and they have a point, but they're still aesthetically pleasant places to visit, and that has some value in and of its own.

When I was in high school, the back yard of the house I lived in ran into a municipal golf course. I had a snowmobile, and the golf course, with its raised tees and greens and sunken sand traps, turned out to be nothing less than cool-ass jump central, almost perfectly tailored for an idiot kid on a snow machine. One day, I jumped the snowmobile so hard and so many times that I cracked the hood off it. I turned it over to the old man and he welded a swiveling steel plate on to the frame and riveted the hood back on. Problem solved.

Jumping my snowmobile over golf course hazards until I broke it, then going back and jumping it again after my dad fixed it, was probably me at my most white and privileged. But like most teenage boys, I pushed it too far one day, when I buzzed past two cross-country skiers, one of whom I later recognized to be a town aldermen. Less a week later, a new sign appeared on the golf course.

Wait you had a snowmobile?

I don’t consider having a snowmobile privilege but it is super duper white. Riding snow mobiles has to be like the whitest thing ever. Maybe some natives but that’s about it.

Yep. I had a four-wheeler ATV for the summer as well. I didn't take that on the golf course, though. I'm not a savage.

It's up there with deer hunting, NASCAR and LARPing.

Ha ha, I had to google LARPing. I knew what it was but didn't know it was named like this.

Also, lol at "I'm not a savage".

I use to drive by a park here in Houston that was next to some apartments full of young professionals. They use to have some big LARP gatherings on the weekends. Maybe more a reflection of Houston diversity but the people playing where quite diverse. Also use to work in a rural area of Houston that’s predominantly African American. A lot of those guys deer hunt. Also a lot where big into rodeo and horse riding and all that. Ha only thing I that really seems white is NASCAR.

I think you live in a smaller part of Massachusetts. Heck that whole state outside of some areas of Boston seems super white. Kind of like Vermont.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nKcUOUYzDXA

Definitely Natives. I spent half my life living in the Canadian Arctic and I could never for the life of me associate snowmobiles to white folks.

Not to extent in the Canadian Artic but a good amount of folks on snowmobiles on the reservations that are on the New York and Ontario borders. Stil if you go to the woods in Mass or upstate NY you’re basically only going to see white folks.

Even though I started this discussion, I should note at this point that #whiteculture is not a hill that I'm interested in dying on.

Name your five favorite Taylor Swift albums.

Given that she has so many hits, they must play any number of her songs on that shitty radio station everyone loves at my work, so while I wouldn't be able to recognize which songs are Ms. Swift's, I can still accurately report that I hate them all, or at least the ones that get heavy radio play.

My scheme to very slowly turn down the volume on the radio has been quickly recognized and thwarted so, as has been suggested here, I will next need to try to negotiate for one or two days a week of a different radio station. I don't like any of the other terrestrial stations, and there is no internet option, but I hate all of the local stations less than this one.

It's going to be a tough sell to get my station selection agenda through. My current plan is to wait until we're all out drinking and having fun, then hoping that I can make a smooth pitch at the correct time in the evening.

I suggest you be careful with expressing any negative sentiments concerning Taylor and her work. She has written a bunch of pretty good songs. Here's one of her best, though never released as a single. It's from Red, her fourth album. You better listen to it and like it; if not, I will call Waffle and SrslySirius (both dedicated Taylor fans) and then you're gonna be sorry.

I did not like it.

I strongly suggest that this is your best course of action sj.

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I can't speak for SrslySirius, but if you check the archives, you'll find that wafflehouse1 eventually admitted that he was trolling regarding his purported love for Ms. Swift. And that checks out, as he always liked his women on the thicc side.

It's a decent song, Sheep. So of course they don't play it on the shitstation. I tend to categorize Ms. Becky with the likes of Rush and Elton John, in that I recognize their obvious talent, but what they're purveying is still not my thing.

Thanks for giving it a listen. But Waffle was sincere about his love for Taylor's music, right? Or was he? My memory could be deceiving me. Anywho, good luck with your new radio station changing plan.

Right on, Sheep!

I believe wafflehouse1 admitted to the Taylor troll during his well, but I could be wrong about where he admitted it. I'm almost certain, though, that he conceded he was trolling at some point, in some thread, because I remember thinking, "There, I fell for it again."

I've fallen for a lot of pranks on BBV, and that was one of them.

A New Challenge

Before he became a pariah for his involvement in the Full Tilt fiasco, Chris "Jesus" Ferguson challenged himself to turn a $0 online poker investment into $10,000, and he was successful at that challenge, possibly even without cheating.

I believe I recall another well-known player successfully repeating that challenge a little while back, but the player's name eludes me.

Given that my local poker room is closed at least until the end of this year--and possibly forever--I've decided to take up the online challenge, on a part-time, kind of desultory basis, which if you've read any of this blog, you'll recognize that that's pretty much how I do everything.

I've granted myself an initial handicap; though, being an amateur. Instead of starting at $0, I instead began the challenge with 19 cents in my ACR account.

I'm only going to update this challenge here once a week, on Mondays, as I don't really play enough to make daily updates relevant. Also I don't want this thread to get shunted into PG&C, so I have to keep the ratio balanced.

So here we go.

ACR $0.19 to $10000 Challenge

Previous ACR bankroll: $0.19

Cash nl10z: +$19.15
Tournament: +$135.69

Current ACR bankroll: $155.03

So you started with $0.19 and ended up > $150 after the first day??

Freeroll?

It's been a few weeks, actually. I picked up $85 in a freeroll on 6/9, then another $51 on a $0.27 buyin a few days ago.

I still have an $88 ticket as well. I'm saving it for a good progressive KO offering.