Holy missed putt, Batman?! Was anyone else glued to their TV all Sunday long? I’d say I was locked in Friday and Saturday, too, but… those were nap days.

I was on the phone with a friend Saturday when she asked what I was up to: crossword puzzle book in hand, the Masters on the big screen, baseball streaming on my laptop. Her response? “Oh, so you’re a dad now?” I laughed, but that question stuck with me.

Why are dads the only ones who get to enjoy such luxuries as crossword puzzles and golf? My friend, who is well-versed in gender studies, still had a very gendered response. Yes, I’m biologically a woman, but that doesn’t mean I’m confined to the kitchen, right?

This is where Kitchen Sink Sports comes in.

I want to invite myself—and others, regardless of gender—into the leisure world of sports fandom: napping to the Masters on Saturday, then being glued to it like it’s Season 1 of Survivor and Jim Nantz is Jeff Probst. (I’m sick of one of them, I’ll let you guess who.)

So join me in the kitchen. Join me on the couch. Sports are for everyone.

Sure, I might be “like a dad” in my sports fandom—but can’t it be “like a mom,” too? Or just… like a person? Watching golf, baseball, and doing a crossword puzzle doesn’t need to be gendered. Maybe it’s just something a nerdy sports fan does. Full stop.

Anywhoo, off my soapbox… Rory finally did it!

I know some of you haters out there were pulling for Justin Rose, but I was thrilled for Rory. You could see the weight of the last 14 years rush through and out of him like a levee breaking (keep in mind he is only 35). I can’t imagine the pressure he was under. That’s probably why he didn’t sink that putt on 18 to win it outright—because the golf gods weren’t going to let him win the Masters and complete the career Grand Slam without a little more struggle. But he came through, finally, on the first hole of the playoff against his longtime Ryder Cup buddy, Rose—another “old guy” by sports standards, though not in life.

What a rush Sunday at Augusta was. Rory was up, then down, then up again, doing the dance with a few partners—Bryson DeChambeau, Justin Rose, and Ludvig Åberg. Meanwhile, Scottie Scheffler was dancing on his own, Robyn-style.

Now that the gates are open for Rory, I don’t think he’s phoning it in. I think he’s going on a tear. Him vs. Scottie the rest of the year? Inject that storyline into my veins.

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Notes on Baseball

Baseball is SO back. Dad vibes loading…

• Weeknight blues? Nothing on TV? Boom: baseball’s there for you.

• The AL West is turning into the new AL East—beating up on each other and everyone else. Don’t be surprised if three teams from that division make the playoffs.

• Baseball broadcasts should NOT be interviewing players during the game while they’re out on the field! On Sunday night, two Cubs players, Nico Hoerner and Kyle Tucker, didn’t call a ball while one was mic’d up. Embarrassing. No bueno. Watch here.

• Aaron Judge is the new Captain America—sorry, Marvel. Or more specifically, the new captain of Team USA for the 2026 WBC. Same thing.

• Right now, his Yankees are bombing baseballs into orbit, and Yankees fans are hanging onto every pitch like it’s the last pinstripe they’ll ever see. But take a breath, people. It’s a long season. There will be ebbs and flows—probably resembling Rory’s scorecard on Sunday: lots of good, lots of bad, and an overall win.

The boys of summer are back! I better get into the kitchen to make some sandwiches and lemonade for them. Save a place for me on the couch. 😉

Cheers!

Sarah