I’m calling that a must watch story if you have seen any of my Patrick Reed content on CarlsBlogs.com
At this point it’s just exploding into something so much bigger for me. What started as a casual take and semi-interesting personal story has no morphed into a much bigger crisis. Should I plant my flag and be a Patrick Reed guy with no one else to support me? Or do I go with the herd and say FUCK THAT GUY.
All you have to do is search Patrick Reed on this site and you’ll get wayyyyyy more than you would’ve ever thought.
But here’s the thing guys.
This is CARLSBLOGS.COM
It’s quite literally 100% under my editorial control and you should know by now that just means a stomping ground for what interests me.
One thing I’ve really invested in is the narrative that Patrick Reed is nowhere near the villain he’s made out to be.
Selfish? Childish? Ruthless?
I don’t know. I wasn’t on the college golf team with him.
What I do know is that Rob McIntyre is a filthy cheater compared to Patrick Reed. And everyone loves him because he’s a chubby Scot with a bad smile.
I’ve said and have debated with myself for a long time that people just love to pile on this guy. And in the process I’ve questioned how much I want to defend someone who drinks Strawberry Refreshers and gets body bagged by world renown pussy Eamon Lynch on the golf channel.
All this to say that I’m back in on Patrick Reed after catching this story from Dan Rapaports pod.
That custom frame thing made me tear up. Hanging with your dad like that at Augusta and the Masters champion is personally doing YOU favors after his victory? I’m watching the F words but seriously get the fuck out of here right now. You’re insane.
And now even if it’s just me and this guy together, alone in the golf world defending Patrick Reed then so be it.
But after hearing that I feel like a complete moron for ever second guessing my own personal interaction with Patrick Reed. That’s the most important takeaway.
I wrote about the time we hung about here…
I can summarize it to say he was just a really cool guy who ASKED ME if we could stay in touch. Crazy. I’m leaving and he’s like dude hit me up if you’re Houston for playoff baseball. Something like that. We were gonna hang out. I asked if I could caddy for him or follow around a practice round. Just hit me up.
And I did. And he was cool to the point that I have no problem taking my phone out right now and texting Patrick Reed and saying “good luck this weekend” or whatever and I have no problem guaranteeing that he would say something like “Thanks Carl. Hope you’re doing well bud. Go Astros.” or something like that.
That’s my personal experience and I should stand by it more.
So that’s where I stand on Patrick Reed. I told you guys to let me noodle on it last night and turns out we’ve fully noodled ourselves back to liking Patrick Reed, your own personal opinions be damned.
Not an easy thing to do but I did it. Thank you for hearing me out and letting me clear the air.
PS – I reserve the right to pull this back. I don’t want to. But I’m not giving up that right.