Hello there my fellow skill-challenged Shababas!
My name is Hubba Costello, and I’m putting the finishing touches on my book, The Shababa Manifesto, in hopes of seeing it published this fall.
So, before we go any further, I thought I’d enlighten you on what a Shababa is, and why you just might be one of us.
From the manuscript:
“In essence, Shababas are nothing more, and nothing less, than roving nomads of golf; pathetic, quite hopeless thrashers of the ball who insist on playing the game in spite of their enduring and never-ending mediocrity. Indeed, if there is a sine qua non element of the Shababa, it is that he stinks at golf, pure and simple. He has always stunk at golf, he stinks at golf now, and he will undoubtedly stink at golf for the rest of his life. In fact, the older he gets, the more he will stink at golf. Indeed, as one Shababa insightfully remarked, ‘I just want to stink less!’”
“On a more technical note, all Shababas share some indelible birthmarks on the course that no amount of practice or luck can eradicate.
All Shababas are double-digit handicaps. Just as there is no true single-digit capper who is a Baba, so is there no 10- or 11- or 22-handicapper who is not a Baba.”
Well, you certainly know better than I exactly who and what you are on the golf course, so if you are indeed a Shababa, this book, and this blog is for you.
I hope to accomplish two things here. First, to make my own contributions to the ongoing struggle that is being a Shababa. To do so, when I play, or watch golf, I will weigh in whenever I see a person, shot or situation that exemplifies Babadom.
Second, I ask you to do the same. If you see a Shababa moment – and if you play, you will – share it with all of us on this blog.
I hope our common experiences will entertain us, enlighten us, and perhaps even help us to “stink less.”
Look forward to hearing from you!
All the best, Hubba