Quick word about this product, don’t buy it.  If by perfect they mean a perfect tear in the rotator cuff, then by all means have at it.  I cannot even lift my arm over head due to this piece of crud.  If you aren’t familiar with it, the product is basically 2 rotating disks that you do pushups on top of, and according to the makers, it will build up your arms in a greater way than normal pushups.  If driving to the physical therapist is their idea of building up your arms, they are right on the mark.  The obvious question that I overlooked when I bought this contraption is….why do you need rotating disks, when we are all born with these things called wrists.  How lazy can you get?  What is coming next, a device that lowers your chest to the floor and then raises it again?  How about a device that builds up your legs.   Call if the perfect ass tightener.    Lift a lever, bend at the knees and slowly place your ass on a toilet and do a few squats.  I’ve got an idea for a perfect chin up I’d like the perfect pushup folks to try.  Hang a strap from the ceiling, then place your skull in the noose.  Swing back and forth, you should feel immediate results.

I watched a bit of the British Open this past weekend, and came away feeling as though I was as old as Tom Watson.  Is this guy boring or what?  If he were any more boring, he would be a plant.  I was pulling for him, as a 59 year old winning a Major further solidifies my opinion golf is not a sport, but at times I wanted to reach through my screen and slap the old  coot.  Show some emotion, whip a club, swear, pull your pants down and moon the gallery!   At his age, whose gonna care anyway?   The PGA would just chalk it up to senility.

In the end, it appeared Watson had it, but that final putt was a disaster.  He tapped it like he was playing mini golf and there was a windmill in the way.  I think golf chokes are the best, cuz you are out there all alone, the whole world watching, and the only hole you could possibly crawl into is too small for even your trembling hand to fit inside.  If I were running this sham of a game, a nice tradition in these moments would be the previous tourney’s  choke artist to walk out and offer this years chokehard a loaded pistol and a vial of pills.  I’m sure Watson would have waved him off in typical boring fashion, instead of wowing the gallery with an exploding head and brain shrapnel all over the green,   but it would have been a nice touch.