Letters to America

Sunday, September 19, 2004


Golf Jihad

So it has come to this. Listening the golf on the radio.

But The Ryder Cup is not golf it is war and Europe has just blitzkrieged the USA at golf.

Golf - that strange game invented in Euro-Scotland.

Much as I love America and have many American friends there is something delicious about really stuffing it to the Yanks.

The moronic grunts of U-S-A from the stands [ Guys! take it easy we are not the Soviet Union ] are now drowned out by "Molly Malone" from wild Euro-Irishmen in absurd red wigs. As I listen to the last match, I can even hear the strains of the Marseillaise echoing across the greens of Michigan. Beaten by Old Euro-France. That must really hurt. Now Bush knows where he can stick his Freedom Fries.

As I write I can hear the ecstatic crowds in London demolishing McDonalds, burning Old Glory and jeering at overweight men in shorts with large cameras.

George Orwell commented that international sport was "war without the shooting". How ironic that a game played by multi-millionaires in slacks may herald the birth of a nation. A place called EuroGolf.


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