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Two, Three, FORE


My husband is obsessed with cycling.
He checks Tour de France updates online several times an hour.
He likes riding 100-mile "century" rides.
He proudly bought our 3-year-old a Trek and encourages daily outings.
We've considered buying toddler biking apparel.
Our son rode in RAGBRAI (the Register's Annual Great Bike Ride Across Iowa) last year, as did LANCE ARMSTRONG.

The one thing my husband really DOESN'T like is golf.

So what do you think the reaction was today when Tim switched the channel from the British Open to CBS's Tour de France coverage and Henry grunted and exclaimed, "Hey, turn it back to golf. I wanna watch the golf."

And every time the golf went to a commercial and Tim switched back to biking, we heard, "Hey, turn it back to golf. I wanna watch the golf."

The grandparents were so amused, they went out and bought him a plastic golf set. He's been smacking the plastic, dimpled balls through the rough of crabgrass in our back yard and out of his green turtle sandbox, er, trap.

You know, that's how Tiger Woods started out. Of course H is way past the prime, all washed up, etc. Some say Tiger, at a mere 6 months old, was already imitating his dad's swing; by a precocious age 2, Tiger putted against Bob Hope on the Mike Douglas Show.

Meanwhile, Tim may need some of my antidepressants.

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Brianne said…
hahaha! Somewhere in the apartment for some reason unbeknownst to him, Brett just screamed. Trek?? That's like, a tewtally awesome bike.

That's great that H likes golf. I hope my dad reads this. :)
7:09 PM
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