For things to escalate to such an extreme is almost kind of impressive, but is also enough to make you lose a little faith in the human species. Or at least American humanoids.
It wasn’t looking pretty even from the early third-round action on Saturday. An unfortunate wardrobe malfunction befell a morning time binge drinker as he made a Herculean/Sisyphean effort to make it up a slippery, muddy hill depending on your interpretation of mythology.
🌧️ Things getting crazy at the Waste Management Phoenix Open
That was evidently the beginning of the end for Phoenix Open alcohol sales. Overflowing capacity, crazy long lines just to get one mere brewski beer, and full-on chaos that would make anyone’s head spin, inebriated or not!
At the #WMPhoenixOpen#wmpo the crowd pushed through both the metal detectors and the ticket portals. They’re going in, most of them, but I’m bailing. As soon as I could turn around I did and am heading out. It’s a zoo. pic.twitter.com/XQO17tXM5v
Bless those security personnel/law enforcement officers who have to police this disaster show. My goodness.
Why so many people would insist upon getting blackout drunk and not remember such an electrifying atmosphere for a golf tournament is hard for me to understand. At least it’s not super hot in Arizona right now, but nevertheless, if you’re going to go HAM and rage it up with your best pals at this venue, you ought to pace yourself, right? Your recall be fuzzy if you don’t to say the least.
Furthermore — I just typed “furthermore”? No turning back now — I can’t imagine it’d be a whale of a time to full send copious amounts of adult beverages down your throat, only to have to wade your way out of the grandstands/slick terrain and try to find a bathroom before your bladder bursts.
OK. I’ve said my peace on the madness. Let’s bring this home with a little optimism. You’d wish that the spectators could draw a line somewhere so as to govern themselves just a tad better. However, you still get incredible reactions and boisterous cheers like these, especially on the iconic par-3 16th hole, that you seldom see anywhere else:
In the coming years, I’m sure the greater golf community can come to some sort of compromise where sh*t doesn’t get so feloniously out of hand that alcohol sales are prohibited. There’s still a way to have a killer time, get more than a little buzzed, and continue to provide one of the best atmospheres in the sport — and for my money, all of sports.