Jay Sherman
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A little background: It's the local golf championship for a low-level professional women's golf tournament. A golfer who won Big Break on the Golf Channel a few years back is competing for the championship. She shoots a 2-over-par 74 and drops to the middle of the pack for the tournament on the final day. Also, top 10 on the money list get an LPGA exemption card, and with two tournaments (this one included) left, she is on the outside looking in. A win would've definitely gotten her the card, and a top 10 finish would have helped a lot, as well.
The awkward moment: I'm doing a feature story on how these girls are only making $10,000 to $25,000 for the year (pre-expenses, like travel, food and entry fees), so they have to find other ways to earn an income. Some work at golf courses, some give golf lessons, most do little odds-and-ends jobs. I know the girl who shot poorly works in the off-season at a major golf retail store.
Not to seem like a creepy weirdo, I ask her a couple of golf-related questions leading into my questions about how they make little-to-no money and how they manage to stay afloat financially. I ask her if she's glad the tournament is finally over (it was a long, long three days. Rounds were taking upwards of six hours). I can tell she's pretty bummed out because the leader of the tournament is -5 and she started the day -2.
She says that she's really mad at herself for having a bad round, then her eyes start to well up and she bursts into tears. I feel absolutely awful, especially because I don't even want to ask her these questions, I just want her to not think I'm stalking her. She is very, very cute and has been very approachable throughout the tournament, and I've spoken to her multiple times. I felt so bad, I didn't know whether to hug her or pat her on the shoulder or stand there or take a step back or just take off running. I told her it was OK and to take her time and gather her thoughts, because she kept apologizing.
I got her mind off it with, go figure, the non-tournament related questions, but man did I feel like crap watching this sweet girl crying uncontrollably because of her final-round frustrations. :-\
The awkward moment: I'm doing a feature story on how these girls are only making $10,000 to $25,000 for the year (pre-expenses, like travel, food and entry fees), so they have to find other ways to earn an income. Some work at golf courses, some give golf lessons, most do little odds-and-ends jobs. I know the girl who shot poorly works in the off-season at a major golf retail store.
Not to seem like a creepy weirdo, I ask her a couple of golf-related questions leading into my questions about how they make little-to-no money and how they manage to stay afloat financially. I ask her if she's glad the tournament is finally over (it was a long, long three days. Rounds were taking upwards of six hours). I can tell she's pretty bummed out because the leader of the tournament is -5 and she started the day -2.
She says that she's really mad at herself for having a bad round, then her eyes start to well up and she bursts into tears. I feel absolutely awful, especially because I don't even want to ask her these questions, I just want her to not think I'm stalking her. She is very, very cute and has been very approachable throughout the tournament, and I've spoken to her multiple times. I felt so bad, I didn't know whether to hug her or pat her on the shoulder or stand there or take a step back or just take off running. I told her it was OK and to take her time and gather her thoughts, because she kept apologizing.
I got her mind off it with, go figure, the non-tournament related questions, but man did I feel like crap watching this sweet girl crying uncontrollably because of her final-round frustrations. :-\