Well in case you missed it this British bird guy just flat out stole the show at the U.S. Open yesterday. I mean talk about stomping all over Webb Simpson huh? Guy busts his ass to win his first major and is set to break it down with an Emmy Award winning broadcaster and this guy Wally Pipp's his moment in the sun. Poor Webb Simpson will probably never win a major again and the 2012 U.S. Open will forever be remembered as the 'tournament with that bird guy at the end.' Classic. And normally I would actually feel bad for Webb but what about that line he dropped. Have fun in jail pal? Terrible. You've got to approach these moments like you'd approach any other embarassing moment in life; pretend like it never happened. Or at the very minimum admit that this dude was hilarious and take a shot at yourself. Like 'welp, thanks for making my victory go viral! Now people might actually know my name!' But you can't get caught in a game of one-upsmanship with bird call guy. That's a losing battle every day of the week. There just aren't enough people that quick with wit on national TV to hammer bird call guy on the spot. But I guarantee you Webb thought of a zinger on his drive home. Jerk store!
PS: Mashed Potato guy struck again yesterday! I legit thought that this would run it's course but it's hilarious every frieking time. Like I find myself watching tournaments all weekend on the edge of my seat waiting for this. And it happens during every major. The 'Mashed Potato!' call is like Where's Waldo. It's there somewhere.