I’ve indirectly become a Barney Stinson fan, thanks to my family. How I Met Your Mother seems to be on in the house, thanks to NetFlix, at all times. If you don’t know the show, Barney is the living embodiment of all Chuck Norris lines; instead of another fist behind his chin, Barney drops lines related to the two tenets of his life: awesome and legendary.A prime example is “God, it’s me, Barney. What up? I know we don’t talk much, but I know a lot of girls call out your name because of me.” If you need more, google or bing them out.
The point of this essay is to draw attention to something Phil Mickelson purportedly did at Memorial last Thursday. Prior to withdrawing, at least 4 people say, Phil texted Tim Finchem, CEO of the PGA Tour, from the 6th fairway, to complain about the abundance, the excess, of people with cell phones, snapping, tweeting, texting, facebooking giddily away.
There may come a day when all this is commonplace, when golfers don’t flinch when a butterfly farts. For now, they do when they do, so a cell phone camera fake-shutter-snap is annoying. For Phil to send a PM to TF without an LOL is awesome and legendary, even for the lactose-intolerant.
Wish he’d have used Airtime. They can use a bump.
