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Cue Auld Lang Syne in your mind over this week's issue...
Let me pause, Auld Lang Syne is that New Year's Eve song everyone plays at midnight.
Let me pause again, it's the one that starts with "Should all acquaintance be forgot..." And in my mind, the next lyric always switches to "...so keep your eye on that grand ole flag." Which is a song I haven't heard since I was in like fourth grade during this odd patriotic assembly we used to do. Each grade would sing a different patriotic song but some grades got like the Army anthem while others get Fifty Nifty. Clearly a tradition started in WWII when FDR was just crankin' new laws out there. And it has since slowly morphed into whatever songs that mention the US and were short enough for a 7 year old to remember.
Anyways, this week I'm feeling nostalgic for the year that was and awarding some "Breakfast Balls" to moments at Bad Birdie and golf at large.
A late entry in Top 10 Golf Tweets of the Year thanks to the spacesuit image follow-up.
And the Breakfast Ball goes to...
GOLF ARTIST OF THE YEAR: WERNER BRONKHORST
What started as a niche-feeling social media find by myself, quickly turned into a sobering, "oh dang, the entire golf world knows about this dude" revelation.
Regardless, I can't get his paintings out of my mind and my social algorithm can't get the hundred different dupe, make-it-at-home accounts out of its mind either.
Let me just get this out of the way, don't try to recreate it. It won't be the same and people will know.
Side note, someone taught me how to view my own algorithm and wow was it dead on. The cliff notes was golf, Syracuse basketball, sports humor, Kitchen DIY (We moved into a full-on house two weeks ago!!! And let me say, just an all-time life game-changer to not have to climb townhouse steps anymore with the kids.) and, finally, Butter Chicken Pot Pie. I'll just leave that right there.
And the Breakfast Ball goes to...
DROP OF THE YEAR: BAD BIRDIE X TACO BELL
The best collabs are ones that make you say "no, duh" like a 90s era Nickelodeon multi-cam.
This was one of those collabs.
And the Breakfast Ball goes to...
BEST AI FAKEOUT OF THE YEAR: EAGLES ON EAGLES
So ashamed to admit that this ALMOST made it into a Breakfast Balls back in November.
I'm such a sucker for wildlife on course content that I got all the way up to posting time when the thought finally dawned on me that the reason this seems so insane... is because it is fake.
Dude, the only post is from @Blueridgebreakingnews. The slop has to stop! The slop has to stop! But ya got me nonetheless.
And the Breakfast Ball goes to...
MOST SHAMEFUL DISPLAY OF GOLF: ME
I'm going to put it all out there for you—this was my most shameful year of golf on record.
For those who may not know/don't keep handicaps (see also: sand baggers), the GHIN releases a year end recap just like Spotify, YouTube, your local donut shop, and everyone else these days.
The results should paint a nostalgic and joy-filled picture of your year in golf and hopefully a little progress on improving your handicap. Mine however? Not so much.
On the positive side, I did lower my handicap by half a stroke. On the other side, I only recorded 9 rounds of golf and my most played day of the week was... drum roll... WEDNESDAY!!!
Yikes.
And the Breakfast Ball goes to...
MOST GLORIOUS DISPLAY OF GOLF: ME
An all-time move from HQ to throw this Southern California guy a bone and drop a storefront in my hometown.
A tradition I've been loving since it first cracked its doors is grabbing an alarming amount of dumplings from Din Tai Fung then swinging by the shop to rub elbows with the BB faithful, bring some vibes, and subtly drop into customer's conversations talking about how awesome this brand's newsletter is.
So if that was one of you, I'm not sorry.
