Readers are clamoring to know why The Lost Ogle hasn’t yet commented on everyone’s favorite sports director passing out during a practice round for the PGA Tournament. The truth is that I wanted to make sure that Dean didn’t, you know, actually die or something. After all, Blevins did have this to say about the incident:
“I’ve had 21 surgeries in my life, and I hate hospitals. They (physicians) think something is going on, and they want to nail it down. But this (tournament) is huge. I’m not going to be in a hospital bed when Tiger Woods is in our back yard.”
Mercy! We give Deano a hard time around here, but we don’t want him dead, for crying out loud. Dean, you have a wife and kid! See a doctor! (Unless you’re making that whole thing up about the doctors wanting you to stay in the hospital so that you can look tough for the ladies. In which case, wicked awesome! I do that all the time. It’s a great way to impress people. That’s just how an Ogle thinks).
I think we all just need to realize that this is Deano’s world, and we’re just living in it. It’s one thing that he has somehow managed to intimidate his employers into allowing him to keep his job, but now the guy is taking on his doctors and Mother Nature herself. It’s obvious that we need to face the facts. Dean Blevins is going to do what he wants, when he wants. He will update his web site when he feels like it. He will pee when he feels like it. And he will attend golf tournaments when he wants; no lousy doctor will get in his way.
He realizes this is a GOLF tournament, right?
I thought Dean was playing golf?
Dean was on the air
today, talking about banging his drum.
Dean, do we really need to know about that? Too much information!
“Dean was on the air
today, talking about banging his drum.”
Please tell me that’s not a euphemism.
Seriously, he was talking about banging the drum about some issue important to him. It’s just that Dean has an unfortunate choice of words sometimes.
Ok, this is not ever going to happen but there should be an age limit for spectators at Southern Hills in August. I was there for the practice round on wednesday and it was incredibly hot. I swear to god I probably saw eight or nine “Senior Citizens” being put on a stretcher or being pumped with fluids. Dean, You’re just gettin old, I don’t care what position you played in college, stay indoors next time with the small children and the old folks. Leave the being outside for eight hours to the twenty-somethings and the golfers. And, Erin Andrews you have my blessing to become a golf correspondent. I really don’t care how much you know about the sport. Just show up wearing something nice and fake it.
Big Boy, the PGA banning old people from attending would be like NASCAR requiring their fans to pass an IQ test.
whenever i am feeling really down, which is mostly when i’m stuck on shields trying to drive back to the mecca that is norman, i think back to the day you posted that clip of deano pissing and i smile.
Nascar, Hmmm…that makes me think of Cal Naughton Jr. and his opinion of Jesus in the Ballad of Ricky Bobby “I like to think of Jesus like with giant eagles wings, and singin’ lead vocals for Lynyrd Skynyrd with like an angel band and I’m in the front row and I’m hammered drunk!”
Oh man, if local sports radio wasn’t already unlistenable enough, I can’t fathom what it sounds like now that there is a major golf tournament going on. No knock on golf itself. I like to play it, albeit terribly, on occasion, but man one thing I’ll never get is watching golf on tv.
It just keeps getting better on Deano. Tiger Woods was trying to make a putt on the 18th hole, and Dean’s cell phone went off. That’s one way to make Tiger notice you, Dean.
Dean’s latest blog reveals a manly obsession with Tiger…not his golf, but his clothes. “his flawless strength and physique.” “this guy not only looks good in his clothes.” Didn’t you guys say Dean was homo-erotic? Maybe his website should carry a parental warning.
Dean couldn’t even get an internship or gofer’s job at a NYC PBS station.