Man, trying to track down Scottie Scheffler’s tee time for the last big tournament felt like a real job, you know?
I was genuinely hyped to watch him start. I’d specifically kept my Saturday morning free, told the family I was busy, the whole deal. Felt like I was preparing for a major event myself.
I must have checked the official tournament site about ten times the night before. Then I double-checked on my sports app, just to be sure. Got the time, converted it to my time zone, set an alarm even. Serious business.
Picture this: coffee brewed, comfy spot on the couch claimed, ready to see that first drive. Pure anticipation.
And then, what happens? Like clockwork, right as the coverage is supposed to start showing the early groups, my kid wakes up screaming. Not just crying, but full-on, end-of-the-world screaming.
Turns out, he’d managed to jam a small toy car way up his nose. Don’t ask me how. Kids, right?
So much for golf.
The next hour wasn’t spent watching Scheffler tee off. Oh no. It was spent trying to calm a hysterical child while simultaneously attempting delicate nasal extraction maneuvers with tweezers. Felt like playing Operation, but way more stressful.
We eventually got the little red car out – success! But by the time the drama was over and peace was restored, Scheffler was well into his round. Missed the whole start. Saw maybe his last couple of holes later on.
It just got me thinking.
- You plan everything perfectly for something you’re looking forward to.
- Life just throws a wrench in it. A tiny toy car shaped wrench.
- It’s funny in hindsight, but super frustrating in the moment.
Reminds me of this project I worked on years ago. We were prepping for a massive software launch. Months of work. Had the deployment timed down to the second, like our own ‘tee time’. Then, boom. Power outage at the data center right before we hit the button. Total chaos.
Same feeling, really. That feeling of careful planning meeting unpredictable reality. Whether it’s a pro golfer’s start time or a major project deadline, sometimes you just gotta roll with the punches, or the toy cars up the nose.
Caught the highlights later, but it just wasn’t the same vibe. Oh well. There’s always the next tournament, I guess. Hopefully with fewer nasal emergencies.
