But not as embarrassing as Kata, a friend of mine since college, deciding about half-way through our round that it would be a good idea to husk and eat a coconut that had fallen from one of numerous trees that littered the course at Ewa Villages. First of all, this guy didn't have any tools for husking or breaking the coconut, so he decided to bite it and tear small strips off the outer shell. At one point, right around the 17th tee box, while waiting for the foursome in front of us to clear the fairway, Kata chose to sit down on the grass, and wedge the coconut up against his shoe spikes while tearing at the husk. Needless to say, he made more headway here than he had the previous two hours. It was unbelievable. It was as if Polynesian Cultural Center was putting on a show just for us, but instead of a 6'5" Samoan, they'd sent us a 5'7" Japanese kid. I didn't get to see him again until we were getting off the green at 17 and proceeding to the 18th tee where he was sipping on coconut juice through a hole he had somehow made through the shell, with the look of an eight year-old child, who just learned to ride a bike, worn proudly on his face .
After our round I came home with a stomach ache that was no doubt caused by whatever we drank the night before, and passed out. When I woke up, the replay of the USA vs. Brazil soccer game had come on, and luckily I got to see all the good parts. (Basically from the start of overtime to the end of the penalty kicks) AMAZING!!! I guess soccer overtime does need to be at least a half hour long. That was probably the most unlikely end to any World Cup game, men's or women's... ever. Also, for those of you that watched, was the head referee of that game in Al Qaeda? Cause she hated America. Seriously... it was like all the referees conspired to try to screw over the United States. Maybe they're just upset that the team that's gonna win this tournament will return to a country where soccer is MAYBE the 5th most popular sport.
Speaking of refereeing. In my last post I mentioned we had a basketball game, well I didn't score 10 points as promised, but I did drop 8 on them... Them being a team that was 7 years older than us. Oh well, a win is a win. Anyway, there's a referee that works alumni league games every year. He wears these ridiculously baggy black shorts so that he looks more like a Foot Locker employee than an official. He takes his job way too seriously. Some of our team had gotten there early and watch the game before ours. He was one whistle short of throwing somebody out of the game, and almost got himself killed in the process. Every single time he refs our games, I worry about fouling out... even though I don't play defense. That guy just likes the sound of his whistle I guess. I can't believe that he hasn't figured out that the whole league hates him.
"Achievements on the golf course are not what matters. Decency and honesty are what matter." - Eldrick "Tiger" Woods
TWO bananas!!?
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