The PGA is in Louisville this year. We bought tickets back in 1994, or at least that's what it feels like, and now so many friends and family have descended upon our house to go to golf festivities. It's kind of a blast. We have a house full of friends which, however much my introvert soul gets a nice fill of anxiety, is ultimately pretty fun. A few people ended up not coming to town, so we also have some extra tickets, which we tried to sell, then give away. Apparently everyone in Louisville has extra golf tickets. Who knew?
Yesterday we took the fancy coach service from Churchill Downs to Valhalla and walked around. The security people pre-bus were disorganized and mean, but once we got past them, all was well. I have to tell you that I don't actually like golf. I'm pretty sure it's the most boring thing ever, and I feel guilty, as a Scot-o-phile, saying such things. Why is it a spectator sport anyway? Isn't The Golf Channel as boring as, say, The Yoga Channel? Actually, the Yoga channel would probably be more interesting because you'd get contortionists and falls.
But anyway ... wandering around Valhalla was surprisingly pretty fun, but it mostly felt like a weird walk in the park. But as with anything, it's not where you are, but who you're with (excepting Paris). The company was grand!
Here are some pics, mostly starring my dad:
Yesterday we took the fancy coach service from Churchill Downs to Valhalla and walked around. The security people pre-bus were disorganized and mean, but once we got past them, all was well. I have to tell you that I don't actually like golf. I'm pretty sure it's the most boring thing ever, and I feel guilty, as a Scot-o-phile, saying such things. Why is it a spectator sport anyway? Isn't The Golf Channel as boring as, say, The Yoga Channel? Actually, the Yoga channel would probably be more interesting because you'd get contortionists and falls.
But anyway ... wandering around Valhalla was surprisingly pretty fun, but it mostly felt like a weird walk in the park. But as with anything, it's not where you are, but who you're with (excepting Paris). The company was grand!
Here are some pics, mostly starring my dad:
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