Well, let me tell you about this thing, the Good Good Desert Classic Leaderboard. It’s somethin’ else, I tell ya. Bunch of young folks whacking that little white ball around in the desert. They call it golf, you see. Sounds fancy, huh?
This here Good Good thing, it’s a big to-do. I seen it on that picture box, the TV. They got all them cameras and such. This year, they was in Arizona, at a place called, uh, Grass Clippings at Rolling Hills. Seems like a right nice place, ‘cept for all that sand. Reminds me of when my old man used to try and grow tomatoes in that dry patch behind the shed. Never did work out too good.
Now, this leaderboard, that’s just a fancy word for who’s winning, who ain’t. They put all the names up there, big as you please. You got your Garretts and your Stephens, and a whole mess of other young’uns I can’t rightly recall. They hit that ball, and someone keeps track of how many times they hit it. Fewer times is better, they say. Don’t make much sense to me, but that’s how they do it.
- They had this one fella, seems like he was winning for a while.
- Then another one came along and started hitting that ball real good.
- It’s all a back and forth, like watching chickens fight over a worm.
These Good Good boys, they’re somethin’ special, I guess. They got people watchin’ ’em all over the world. Folks get all excited, like it’s the county fair come early. They even sell tickets to watch it in person! Can you believe that? Payin’ money to watch someone chase a ball around? Back in my day, we just chased chickens. And that was free!
This Desert Classic thing, it ain’t just for these Good Good fellas, though. They got other tournaments, too. Big ones, with fancy names. Hero Dubai, somethin’ somethin’. That one’s way over in Dubai, I reckon. That’s further than I’ve ever been, that’s for sure. They got a whole bunch of money over there, I hear. Nine million dollars for playin’ golf! Lord have mercy.
I seen on the TV, they talk about this Good Good Desert Classic a lot. They got these fellas, commentators, they call ’em. They yammer on and on about swings and putts and birdies. Sounds like a foreign language to me. But people seem to like it. I guess it’s like how my old neighbor, Bessie, used to get all worked up over her soap operas. Different strokes for different folks, as they say.
This whole golf leaderboard business is a mystery to me. But these young folks seem to enjoy it. They got all these fancy gadgets, and they wear them colorful clothes. It’s a far cry from my day, I tell ya. We just wore what we had, and we didn’t need no fancy scoreboards to tell us who was winnin’ at marbles. We just knew.
They say this Good Good Desert Open is a big deal. They got it on that Peacock thing now, too. That’s one of them streaming things, like a fancy radio but with pictures. Technology, huh? It’s a wonder what they come up with these days.
- They say this Good Good thing happened in February.
- It was on a Wednesday, I think.
- Lots of folks was talkin’ about it.
I saw some fella, name of Dan, posted somethin’ about it online. A picture of that leaderboard. Couldn’t find it myself, though. These internets is tricky. I reckon these young folks know what they’re doin’. They got their phones and their computers. It’s all Greek to me.
I heard some folks talkin’ about some other fellas, Davion and Noah, somethin’ about basketball. Don’t know much about that, neither. But it seems like sports is a big deal these days. Bigger than it ever was, I reckon. Back in my day, we just played stickball in the street. Didn’t need no fancy names or leagues or nothin’.
This whole Good Good Desert Classic leaderboard thing is somethin’ to behold, I suppose. It ain’t my cup of tea, but folks seem to like it. And that’s all that matters, I reckon. Just like my old man used to say, “If it makes you happy, it can’t be that bad.” Even if it is just chasin’ a little white ball around in the desert.
These young’uns and their golf. It’s a whole different world, I tell ya. But hey, as long as they’re having fun, that’s all that matters. And if they wanna keep track of who’s hitting that ball the least, well, that’s their business. I’ll just stick to my garden and my chickens. They make a lot more sense to me than this Good Good Desert Classic leaderboard.
