foozle vt foo-zled; foo-zling (1892): to manage or play awkwardly; a bungling golf stroke
Saturday, February 16, 2008
I haven't thought much about Casey Martin in a while and probably wouldn't have ever again had Golf Digest not run such an interesting interview with him in their most recent issue. For those of you who didn't read it, he's now the golf coach at the University of Oregon and seems to be doing just fine, thank you. It sounds like he's on the verge of losing his leg at anytime but that hasn't deterred him from stay intimately involved in the game of golf, a game he obviously loves very much. What was most interesting about the interview, though, was his telling of his fervent belief in the existence of Bigfoot. And not just one of them, mind you. He thinks there are multiple Bigfoots (Bigfeet?) and that we'll all agree with him soon as they will be "discovered" in the not-too-distant future. He even claims to know someone who is not insane (his words) who has seen one of them in the nearby Oregon forests--they're real, I guess. Is he nuts? Am I nuts for writing about this? Somebody send me a life preserver, please.
I live in Minnesota with my wife and two daughters. I play golf to about a six handicap, as long as my putter is cooperating. When I'm not playing golf or hanging out with my wife and kids, I work at a brewery and dream about playing golf or being with my wife and kids.