The guy, at any age older than 22, who predetermines in his mind, and then makes the public declaration to others that he/she is going to get wasted, is a complete loser.  If there were any red flag or indicator that someone’s an asshole, it’s probably this.  It’s one thing to get wasted by chance during the course of having a good time amongst friends…or if you lose track of your alcohol intake with co-workers while blowing off steam.  Shit happens…that’s understandable.  But to have suffered the effects of a hangover, and assure yourself that pain and anguish purposely, is idiotic.              

If you didn’t already know, women are turned off by drunken puddles and quite turned on by the distinguished gentleman who after a night’s enjoyment, can control himself and situation around him.  If my memory serves me well, the guy with his head in the toilet usually goes home solo.           

To know your going to be hung-over is to know that you have nothing going on the next day.  If you have a day to waste sleeping or vomiting is another loser indicator…Don’t be that guy.

A week after coming off of fine performance and a stellar win at the Honda Classic, how is it possible that Ernie Els doesn’t make the cut and shoots 4-over-par for the two rounds.  It’s inconceivable to me how a golfer with his talents and aspirations to regain the world’s number one ranking can post such a poor performance.  World’s number one’s simply don’t miss cuts in sub-par fields as is the one at the Pod’s.

In my opinion, Ernie is spending too much time on his swing and off the tee with David Leadbetter, which are really dialed in….but clearly his short-game has taken a back seat in his preparation, and it shows.  Tournaments can not be won with 6-8 footers for par.  They can’t.  Els isn’t approaching the greens with the deadly accuracy required to win events.  Up and down for par all the time, missed fairways, and fewer than 5 greens in regulation will never get it done on any level of the game.

We’ll soon see if Els can address the issues in his game that are keeping from remaining in the top teer of golf’s immortals.

Kimberly Caldwell

The hottest finalist to ever grace the American Idol Stage.

Without question, today’s Hot Chick of the Day goes to Kimberly Caldwell. She was a finalist from the second season of American Idol. She can sing, she fit, and she’s so friggin’ hot. The pride of Waco, Texas, Kimberly Caldwell gets the nod from me. Let me know what you think.

The entire reason this blog came to pass stems from its name’s sake, Girlfriends Are For Sundays.  What does that mean, you may ask?  Allow me to share with you the thought process behind the profound statement that is the cornerstone of this blog.

When I was college, Binghamton University, Vestal, NY,  I made the mistake of wasting valuable time with girlfriends.  At the time, consistent and effortless ass was like investing in Apple.  Why would I risk my easy money to gamble with a risky investment? 

Was it lazy?  Yes.  Was I getting pussy whenever I wanted?  Another yes.

But then the two inevitable events in a man’s young life happened…

1. The same old pussy got really boring.
2. Opportunities for other pussy was passing me by.

So it came to a pass to young collegian with options.  No need for a girlfriend.

Mondays were for Monday Night Football.  Who the hell wants a girlfriend in your ear for that.

Tuesdays were a good day to go out (drink specials only) or get work done in preparation for upcoming weekend.

Wednesdays were also a good day to catch up, schedule whatever work needed to be done, or go out.

Thursdays were simply for going out.

Fridays were an amazing night to go out.

Saturdays were, of course, for going out.

On none of these days or occasions does having a girlfriend behoove you.  A wise man once said, “You don’t bring sand to the beach.”

Now, after a week of your girlfriend hounding you to spend time with her, on a hung-over, lazy Sunday, not during football season of course, was the perfect to clock in.  When all the money was spent during the week on one’s self and one’s own debauchery, Sunday morning, lying around, unloading your manhood into your female receptacle because you’re so overloaded from striking out on Saturday, perhaps all week, is an ideal time to have a girlfriend.  Sundays never lend themselves to drink specials…and if they do, girls didn’t go out on Sunday nights.  If I guy could get close the deal with some new strange on a Sunday, you’re an upper echelon alpha male, or in the Hamptons in the height of summer.

Therefore, Sunday is declared, girlfriend day.  The day that she gets that will keep her quiet for another six days while you try to get ’some’ from somewhere else all week long.

That is how it came to pass, that Girlfriends are for Sundays.

Can anyone raise their game to the level of Tiger Woods?  I don’t think so.  After surviving being OB on a few occassions on Wednesday vs. J.B. Holmes, Woods settled down his game and started snaking putts like there was no tomorrow.  Congratulations TW.