April 13, 2009
I am idly browsing while an enjoyable 4-day weekend comes to a grey, damp end.
Himself is watching re-runs of yesterday’s US Masters finish in Augusta and I am intrigued by the soundtrack that I’m only half paying attention to.
I hear golf voiceovers – mostly American, though an Australian too, birds tweeting, golf clubs swinging, the thwack of the ball being hit. Rather than an actual golf tournament, these sound effects remind me of my son playing a Microsoft PC game several years ago. He was a young Tiger Woods fan and Tiger Woods was the bright, new golfing phenomenon.
Himself is watching re-runs of yesterday’s US Masters finish in Augusta and I am intrigued by the soundtrack that I’m only half paying attention to.
I hear golf voiceovers – mostly American, though an Australian too, birds tweeting, golf clubs swinging, the thwack of the ball being hit. Rather than an actual golf tournament, these sound effects remind me of my son playing a Microsoft PC game several years ago. He was a young Tiger Woods fan and Tiger Woods was the bright, new golfing phenomenon.
