Searching for Kelly Slater at the ATT Pebble Beach Celebrity Pro Am

A few days ago I sent a friend request to the official Kelly Slater My Space. I wasn't sure it was really him, but I sent a friend request, anyways.

Monday, as I was leaving for the golf course, the official Kelly Slater My Space
confirmed me as a friend. I went to his MySpace and he was online!

"Hmmmm?" I thought to myself. "If he's online he probably isn't on the golf course." Nah, it's probably not him," I reassuringly tell myself. How do you spell d-e-n-i-a-l?

Defying the writing on the wall, and the flashing online notification sign, I started on my quest to find Kelly Slater, at the AT&T Pebble Beach Pro Am. My purpose: interview him for the blog. Yes, I will do almost anything for this blog. My dedication to this blog is at parental level. She is like a baby to me, except someone forgot to cut the cord, I think.

Let me look. Yes, we are still attached.

My search for Kelly Slater started and ended with me getting lost in Pebble Beach. This isn't hard to do since every tree looks the same to me. There was, also, some cursing. However, cursing in a forest doesn't count if there's no one there to witness it. I believe I learned that in philosophy class.

The AT&T was a bit of a ghost town on the first day of practice rounds.

I walked for hours on my quest to find to the elusive Kelly Slater. I phoned all the pro shops to see if he teed off from any of them.

All three pro shops had the same disappointing answer, "No."

I drove through and stepped in lots of mud.

I gazed at a few stars, including George Lopez, who was busy on the driving range, signing autographs, cracking jokes and giving interviews. I didn't know he was such multitasker.



I spotted Brandi Chastain, former Women's World Cup Soccer Champ, as I was about to give up my search for Kelly Slater. Chastain kept her shirt on, but who knows what will happen if she makes a hole in one at Pebble?

Then there was the porn star. Well, she looked famous and her name sounded like Mindy Moans or Larry Large, so we surmised she could have been a porn star. But she probably wasn't. Boredom drives people to make up wild and crazy stories for sheer entertainment purposes.

I saw several mansions and added "mansion" to my to do list. I forgot I live next door to Life Styles of the Rich and Famous. Jefferson theme song playing in my head.




Who lives here? A commune?







I spotted several golfers, all of whom looked like Kelly Slater from afar.

"Kelly is that you?"





I took lots of scenic pictures and was awestruck by Pebble Beach's natural raw beauty, despite man's attempt to harness, tame and own her.









I saw all of that and more, but I never saw Kelly Slater, not that I know of, anyways. Yes, as I said before I'm dedicated to the blog, but maybe not enough to go back to the AT&T for more schlepping. And next time with a child in tow.