A tradition unlike any other … Jim Nantz carrying a laminated picture of burnt toast in his wallet. Yeah there’s a story behind this. Here’s what the CBS announcer wrote in Golf Digest on March 25:
I’m a breakfast guy: three eggs scrambled, with bacon and wheat toast, burnt. The problem is, it never came back burnt. For years it would arrive limp and tan, which brought breakfast to a standstill when I sent the toast back. It was costing me 10 minutes a day, which, multiplied by six days a week, is four hours a month. That’s 48 hours—two full days—per year. My friends, time is currency. My wife, Courtney, got tired of hearing me complain about it. She found a photograph on the Internet of a kitchen toaster ejecting two slices of burnt toast. She minimized it, printed it out and had it laminated. She insisted I put it in my wallet. When I order, I present the photo to my server. I get some strange looks, but I can assure you, the toast now arrives black and scary, just the way I like it.
The moral of the story is that Jim Nantz doesn’t f*ck around when it comes to toast. Can you just imagine Nantz’ wife showing up at Kinko’s with a picture of burnt toast and just being like, “Um, can you laminate this for me? Yeah, it’s a picture of burnt toast, just f*cking laminate it.”
I love that Jim Nantz does this. I love that Nantz and his wife got the picture laminated instead of just pulling it up on their phone like 99% of people under the age of 50 would do. I love that he added up the amount of time wasted waiting for servers to burn his toast. Two days waiting for burnt toast! TWO WHOLE DAYS! This is a major power move. Groundbreaking in fact. We may look back on this and consider Nantz to be the one who broke the burnt toast barrier. Powerful stuff, friends.