Bill Simmons writes an insightful, funny piece about the recent Masters golf tournament. He also perfectly sums up my generation (italics in original):
It's unbelievable that in this current era of sports -- when I can watch a mundane Red Sox-Royals game on my BlackBerry while sitting at a stoplight in Manhattan Beach -- I couldn't watch 60 percent of the holes played on Thursday and Friday by Tiger Woods. I should be able to see anything I want in 2010. Just name me a price and let me decide whether I want to pay it. Augusta doesn't care. I can go screw myself. That's their attitude.
You're lucky you get to watch this tournament at all.
A somewhat related story: there is a new song called "Beam of Light" by the band Ear Pwr, and I can't find the lyrics on-line anywhere. I can't understand how someone (anyone!) hasn't already transcribed the song for me to read while clicking through a couple of pop-up ads. I should be able to find the lyrics for any song I want in 2010!
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