Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it's been nearly two years since my last blog entry... My bad. Life sometimes doesn't stop to let you post what's going on... But I am here to start once again! Hurray!
I promise to do my best to update my life on and off tour, and if anything interesting comes up, I will be sure to keep you all in the loop. Okay, now that I have reintroduced my fingers to the keys to my MacBook Pro, I realize that
1. I have missed blogging
2. Typing on a keyboard is NOTHING like riding a bike. I'll be sure to relay my memories of the latest attempt I had of trying to ride a bike.
3. I need to get my keyboard cleaned. the 4, 5, R and T buttons are sticky icky icky. Blech.
Hey there everyone!
I know I have been slacking with my blogging. I can't apologize enough.
As I have said before, due to certain reasons I won't get into, I am going to hold off on posting my blog entry on Tutta, aka Suzann Pettersen. I love and respect her, and think she's some of the hottest ish out there, but will have to put a pause on the post (nice alliteration there, I know) and I know some of you may be upset, but understand I have my reasons.
I will be putting up a few things I haven't posted yet in the coming days. I hope everyone has a most wonderful night, week, and month of September! Tis football (American football) season!
Thank you all again for your support and your kind words! I am grateful for you all, as well as the lessons being taught to me everyday by you all. Thank you, heroes!
I am not even going to go into what took place this week in France regarding twitter. If I did, I would stop blogging as well, and that is not something I would like to do. Either way, screw you all, jerkwads. (that is to say screw you to all the jerkwads. Not screw you all. Many of you are fantastic and I am grateful to have you in my life. Just not you jerkwads out there. And to them, I say, screw you. Yes. That's right.)
So, based on the poll that I started earlier this week, it seems to me that the vast majority of you want to know something about a player on tour.
Which is fair enough, as there are so many things that are constantly whispered about, and there are nearly no clear cut and true answers. So, that being said, I have listed a few players that I find interesting, and would love to write a bit about. You can choose below, or if enough of you vote for "other", then I will change the options. Hope you enjoy!
Sorry the poll is so long, I don't know how to make the lines tighter! Sorry!
Here is the first step as to whom I will be blogging about next. Please take the time to vote on this poll, and I will post another one up in a day or two with a more refined poll, with specific people! :)
Well, my week off was pretty spectacular.
After playing for five weeks straight, I was really looking forward to having some time off and just be home. I woke up at 4:07am on Monday morning, got ready, and was on the road to head to the airport by 5. My parents, who drove up from Florida to visit me, were kind enough to drive back with all of my clubs and luggage. It felt so amazing to just fly with my carry-on bags. MacBook Pro, iPad, iPhone, blackberry, cameras, nook, and nearly every other electronic were in my hand, but other than that, I was flying solo. It was amazing!
John Raser was sweet enough to pick me up, and we went out to grab a quick brunchie thing. Hitting up First Watch, one of the greatest food spots in the world, we sat and laughed the entire time. As John quoted in his twitter timeline we were the loudest people in the establishment, as usual. After dropping me off at my house, taking a quick tour (only a half a dozen people in the world have endured that feat), meeting my big brother, and pointing and laughing at the way my mother decorated the house, he drove off to take care of his things. I tell you, I have some pretty strengthy friends out there! Many thanks, and many hugs to John. You rock.
I then went on to spend the next 17 hours straight just chilling in my bed. I had my MacBook Pro, iPad, iPhone (4, as it arrived at my house at noon on Monday, woot woot!), blackberry, remote control to my 65 inch plasma television, and various beverages within arms reach. I turned my bed into a veritable office desk, and proceeded to treat it as such. I slept, watched TV, slept, tweeted, cruised the internet, make a few calls and texts, and slept. Boy did I ever need it as well!
The next two days went on pretty eventless. Helped Raser with some video thingy, and had a chance to grab a quick dinner with some of my closest friends from the Orlando area, Jan, Stef, and Thomas. We hit up Rice Paper, where I had the most amazing papaya salad, their bull market roll, and a glass of wine. We caught up, chatted about everything, caught up as much as possible, then I had to bounce, as I had a very very early day ahead of me.
On Thursday, John and I had a, 8:25am teetime in Jacksonville at TPC Sawgrass with Eric Bass, bassist of the platinum-record selling rock band, Shinedown. I was up at 4:30, showered, and roaring to go. I arrive at John's place at 5:11, (thank god he lives like 3 miles away from me!) only to find that poor John had only gotten to sleep two hours before I rang his doorbell. He was not quite ready. And by that, I mean he was still in his footie pajamas. Just kidding. About the footie part, anyway. He got ready in record time, and we hit the road. We ended up being late, and I just don't get how most professional golfers are late to everything except for their teetimes. I mean, really. It is quite pathetic. When we screech into the parking lot of the hotel, Eric is in his crisp white polo shirt, and tight black jeans. I f-wording LOVE my rock star friend. He is the absolute best! He had coffee waiting for us, and we bounced.
Upon arriving, the folks with TPC came and greeted us all. Everyone within the staff service was so amazing, and they truly made me feel very special. We had a great round, and Eric blew John and I away by puring his drive down the center, and stuffing his approach shot to eight feet. What a rock star, INDEED!!!!
After our round, we had to bust a move to get Eric back to the arena by 2. The band was having a soundcheck the day before their Carnival of Madness tour started, and we got there right on time. Eric invited John and I to sit and watch their soundcheck, and it was truly the most amazing experience ever. Aside from the lighting, sound, and whatever else kind of production folks were there, it was just Barry, the drummer's, wife, and three other people with her, along with John and me. In this huge stadium. And the band ROCKED the house. I kind of felt like one of those prima donna 16-year old girls whose father bought her a concert for her birthday. Talk about the best day ever!
After watching the guys in the most incredible showing ever, John and I had to hustle back to the O for his benefit dinner, F U Lyme, located in downtown Orlando, at the Other Bar. I drove like a bat out of hell, screaming down the highway going 80mph in torrential rains, and got us to the benefit in record time. I changed in my car, threw on some makeup, and then went on to have an amazing time raising money for Lyme awareness.
Both Eric, and Zach Myers, the lead guitarist for Shinedown, were gracious enough to come to the benefit, and were a huge hit. The band had offered signed CDs, posters, shirts, and pictures for the event, and people were going ape$h!t over these guys, as they should have been! The guys with the band were so amazing to both John and me, it was far beyond anything I would have ever expected, even though Eric and I go back as far as February. To meet people in another industry that are so well established, and yet are so down to Earth and so humble, is such an honor, truly. Thursday night quickly ends, and as John and I send the boys off in the car I hired to shlep them around in, I realized how tired I was. I had to hit the hay, and fast, as I had to be up and ready to go for the Carnival of Madness tour's kickoff the next day!
Friday morning rolls around in a bit of a haze. I got home around 1-1:30 the previous morning, and was awake at 6:57. Like, WIDE awake. There was no chance of me getting any more sleep, so I stayed up, in my office desk/bed, and watched the second round of The Open Championship. Time flew, I had still nowhere near packed for my trip to Europe, and had no plans whatsoever on getting any closer to it. I had a car booked to pick me up at 2-2:30, and hadn't heard a peep from John. I was more than prepared to go on my own, when I get a text from John, stating he was just getting out of bed around 1:48pm. Poor guy hadn't gotten any sleep the entire week before, and was trying to catch up. After getting ready in a hastily manner, Chris, our driver, picks me up, and we swing by John's place to head out. The drive is full of John and me listening to and watching music and videos of Shinedown, and getting amped up for the show. We finally arrive, and catch up with all the guys. The buzz is almost palpable, and everyon eis so stoked!
Because we wanted to leave the guys to do their thing, John and I wander around, watch Sevendust perform, from sidestage, as well as an area where the gen public were not allowed, that was still on the main floor.
I have to tell you, I am a huge fan of music, and I was so impressed with everyone that performed. Sevendust and Chevelle both were amazing, and I could not think of a better band to immediately precede Shinedown.
The guys had the entire place hopping, and right when Chevelle finished their set, we ran to the guys' dressing room, to grab John's flip, when we came across the guys doing their last bits of getting ready. To be able to not only witness, but also partake IN their ceremonies, was pretty damned amazing, and it is something I am ever so grateful for having done in my life. Right before heading back out, Brent looked at me and said "I expect you to be the loudest person out there." Ah, if he only kneeeeeeeeeeeew! We ran back on the floor, and stood with Barry's family, and I made a complete ass of myself.
I have never seen an opening to a show like this before. I had seen it the day before during their soundcheck, but I never imagined it would be so raw and so insane! I was screaming "like a 13 yr old at a Justin Bieber concert" (as tweeted by George Lopez back during the NBA Finals). After the show, I was told I won the award for "Girl Who Knew Every Word to Every Song" and Barry's wife called me adorable because of everyone on the platform, I was the only one jumping around, thrashing my neck to the point of it falling off, and screaming/singing. I was not going to let Brent or any of the boys down, that is for DAMNED SURE!!!
Brent and the boys did an amazing act, other than just playing 3 extra songs during their encore. Brent ended up walking off stage, and went ON THE FLOOR and sang "Simple Man" with everyone, myself included. I have here the video, which is nearly ruined because you hear me wailing in the background like a babboon... I did the boys proud, lol...
Here is a video of Chevelle, the group playing just before Shinedown went on. They have been one of my favorite bands for a long time as well, and so I had a blast, from start to finish!!!
More to come in a bit! I have to go practice before playing a quick nine!!!! But regardless, BEST WEEK EVER!!!! The only thing that was missing from the puzzle??? Not having Brian White there! You were missed dearly, my sweet sweet doctor friend!
So I am sitting here, watching the tv bit of the tragically comical occurrences that take place at the British Open, since there is no golf to be played at the moment. The winds at #11 green are going ape$h!t, and the greens were cut too short. There was a brief clip of a player who's ball ended up inside of a golf cart, and having seen that has inspired me to pass on a funny story that took place a few weeks ago at the Shop Rite Classic.
My caddy, BFunk, shared this with me.
On Sunday's round, Amy Yang and Moira Dunn were playing together. I think they were on the 10th hole, or wherever, as that is neither here nor there. Moira was in a greenside bunker, and Amy stood with her caddy at the front of the green, so as to not be in Moira's way. Amy's caddy, Greg Johnson (who used to work for former world's #1 Lorena Ochoa), had the bag on his shoulders, standing stock still. Because, well, I mean, out of respect for another player, one should always Always ALWAYS stand still. Moira took a swing at the ball laying in the bunker. And there wasn't that beautiful, muted sound that a good bunker shot always makes. Nope. There was a big CLACK, and Greg felt a nanosecond of pressure against his bag. Moira, as it turns out, had made contact with the ball, not the sand. And with the hosel of her club. Not the clubface.
So, after having cold stone shanked the ball, Moira looked up but couldn't find the ball. As it were, no one could see the ball. Turns out, (NO LIE!!!) the ball ended up INSIDE the water bottle pocket of Amy's bag. And because the bag was on Greg's shoulders, he had to stay, unmoving, until a rules official came by to help with the ruling. When Angus, said rules official DID come by, Greg was almost crying with laughter and said "Hey Laddie, I'll bet you that you will never find this ball." Unfortunately, neither Moira or her caddy found the situation funny at all. And Amy, as it seems, did not even notice, and so there was no one at all to share such a bizarre and hilarious moment on the golf course with.
On another note, several of the caddies were talking last week at Oakmont, and Juli Inkster's name came up. It was her 31st US Women's Open, she is 50 years old, and the question as to when she would retire came up. Greg (we call him Greggor) used to caddy for Juli for years and years, and with a chortle, noted that he could get Lorena Ochoa to retire(which of course, HE didn'tt, but not even he can make Juli Inkster retire. lmao. OK, the golf is back on. BYE!
Real brief. Last week at the Jamie Farr Owens Corning Classic, after my one hour lesson with Ron Stockton, I set three (very lofty) goals for myself. In order for me to win the JFOCC, I told myself that I would have to
1. Shoot all four rounds in the 60s.
2. Break 200 through three rounds.
3. Make zero double bogeys.
Now I know that the third requirement I set for myself seemed like a no $hi+, Sherlock, but I had been having a DB barrage over the last several weeks. Between the two previous weeks, if I had removed my doubles from my rounds, I would have been in the top ten. Both weeks. Comical. But not.
Now, that being said. Let's see where I stacked up.
1. I shot 66-67-67-70. I failed to shoot all four rounds in the 60s. I thus went on and lost in a playoff.
2. I shot 66-67-67 through three rounds. That equals 200. I thus went on and lost in a playoff.
3. I made one double bogey, on the 55th hole. Stupid, stupid girl. I thus went on and lost in a playoff.
Now I am no prophet, just by seeing the layout of the golf course, and knowing how I was feeling, I knew what I had to do to win this tournament. It seems freaky, but I just knew... And came up just short. Nuts. ON TO THE US WOMEN'S OPEN!!!
I'm LPGA Tour player Christina Kim, and, well, this is my blog....! Here I will be writing my musings, my contemplations, pontificating my very existence, as logging the awesome trips I will be taking, writing about the amazing people I will meet, and the crazy things I will do. So.... ENJOY!!!