Generated Title: Gigi Zera: Golf Star or Croissant Queen?
Okay, so the CCIW is patting Gigi Zera on the back for being Student-Athlete of the Week in women's golf. Again. Seriously? Is this news, or just the college's PR department working overtime? I mean, congrats to the kid, offcourse, but let's be real...does anyone outside of her family and teammates actually care?
From Fairway to Flour
But then I stumbled across this other article. Turns out there's another Zera in Illinois making headlines, only this one's slinging croissants, not golf clubs. Lauren Tepper, owner of Zera Artisan Bakery in Waterloo. Apparently, she's got people lining up for her laminated dough creations. Chocolate croissants selling out fast, sourdough bagels...the whole shebang.
Talk about a plot twist.
Is there a connection? Some kind of bizarre destiny where the name "Zera" guarantees either athletic prowess or pastry perfection? Probably not. But it's way more interesting than another golf award, ain't it? It's like finding out your accountant is secretly a competitive eater. Wait, now that's a story.
The "Obsessive" Baker
Tepper even admits she's "a little obsessive" about her baking. Two years of "trial and error" to get those croissants just right. She's chasing pastry perfection, and that's something I can respect. Zera has coffee, croissants and more - Republic-Times
Unlike, say, the people who write those generic press releases. "Zera led the Titans to a third-place team finish." Translation: They didn't win.
But here's the real question: Is a perfectly laminated croissant more impressive than a fourth-place finish in a golf tournament? I'm leaning towards "yes." At least you can eat a croissant. What are you gonna do with a golf trophy? Dust it?
It reminds me of my neighbor's obsession with his lawn. Spends hours out there, meticulously trimming every blade of grass. Says it's his "art." I say it's a colossal waste of time. But hey, who am I to judge? Maybe Gigi Zera feels the same way about golf. Maybe she secretly dreams of opening her own bakery.
Maybe the real story here isn't about athletic achievement, but about passion. About finding something you're willing to obsess over, whether it's a golf swing or a chocolate croissant. Or maybe I'm just projecting my own existential angst onto a couple of random news articles.
So, What's the Real Story?
Look, I'm not saying golf is pointless. But let's be honest, the world doesn't need another article celebrating a fourth-place finish. The world does need more perfectly laminated croissants. End of story.
