Roberts vs. Woods

Ah yes the infamous first blog. It’s hard to sit here and think up a grand majestic introduction, quite frankly I generally have always preferred to take easy routes, so I am going to elect to take one here and jump right into this thing.


I’m not 100% sure yet as to why I am starting a blog. I suppose it’s the desire to be heard or possibly just a need to sort through and make sense of all the random incoherent thoughts that occupy my mysterious mind. Whichever the case may be, I guess I have gone this far and there is no turning back now.


You may have caught the part in there about my randomness? This is something that I have found lies at the center of my human existence. It seems that I have always found ways to be random and entertain myself partially out of boredom and partially out of necessity to retain sanity. I don’t know about you but I often times find me reverting back to a much simpler time and trying to imagine and create random scenes and scenarios in my mind instead of living reality as it am at face value.


For example: The title of this entry “Roberts vs. Woods” I found myself the other day, bored, as I often do and decided to remove myself from the creator I had imprinted into my new living room furniture. I thought “Hey I know I’ll go hit some golf balls around the yard” in preparation for probably getting beat yet again by my lifelong golfing buddy.


I let the dogs out because I figure if I’m going to walk around the yard they might as well get some exercise as well. I throw a couple of golf balls down and line up on the old gas pump; I would say 110 yards out, nice full sand wedge shot. This is the point where it happens, this random desire to be 10 years old again. Out of nowhere “Tiger is on the tee and he is taking aim at a par 3 on Brown Farm’s Golf Course (I live in an old farm house owned by the Brown family). First swing is a high fade that comes up about 10 yards short, eh better luck next time Tiger. Oh, but what’s this now Brock Roberts is on the tee. Of course the best player on the farm circuit tour this year is not going to be out done by a measly Tiger. Perfect swing, Perfect flight, DING, one hopper right into the gas pump or Hole-In-One as I call it.


Now you’re beginning to understand what I am getting at here but I’m not finished yet. I then will proceed to hold an entire backyard round of golf between myself and Tiger, aiming at trees, poles, and mailbox, anything worthy of being hit by a golf ball really. Then I set par for the “hole” and have at it.


I suppose my imagination is what brought me to the world of “Blog” in the first place. The thought that I will be heard and gain a huge following that enjoys reading my garbage. But, reality is also a language I speak and I know that the margin of that happening is very minimal.


This leads me to my other dimension, realism. I have always felt that I have a grasp of how the worlds order of things work. There is always a sense for the majority of us as citizens, humans, what have you, that we will always be middle of the road. My desire to be above that middle area and drive to be perfectly content with my given situations are two things that constantly contradict one another in my quest for who I am. This Blog, I would venture to say, is an extension of that quest and a hope that I will provide you with some entertainment along my way of figuring out my life purpose.