Yet another great trolling day for bizarre stories from the world of professional golf. Richie Ramsay, US Amateur champion, incapable of reserving a spot in a tournament.
Are you telling me, please, for charity’s sake, that a 23-year aged Scotsman is unaware that he should call a tournament? That it says nowhere on the invitation, in the invitation packet, that he must contact the event? That no one in his family or limited entourage would say “hey, ya know, should you place a call to Bay Hill to let them know that you accept?” If my invitation to join Tom Cruise and the Scientologists comes in, I’ll certainly RSVP. That’s it, that’s the funny one…what if the invitation from Arnie said “RSVP…Regrets Only.” That would be the kicker. So Ramsay, regretting nothing, didn’t call back and now walks the fairways with a useless player’s badge.
These are the types of things that make individual sports mock-worthy/mockable/easy to mock. Does this happen in tennis…player gets an invite, fails to confirm, gets kicked out of event. Do golfers need big-block lettering? Translator’s services? Invite me, baby, and I’ll fax you a picture of my smiling face with the letters “I-M-I-N” in ink on my forehead, on my teeth, on my nose!
Holy Crap!!! Do you think he told Augusta? The USGA? Somebody call the National and Far Hills and let them know he might be playing in The Masters and The Open, V2.
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