According to reports from E! Online, a fringe benefit of Adam Scott reaching the pinnacle of professional golf by winning his first major on Sunday at the Masters is becoming a sought-after candidate for an upcoming season of the ABC reality show, “The Bachelor.” Yep, winning the Masters, the most prestigious of all golf tournaments, has apparently afforded Scott the opportunity to humiliate himself in front of millions of reality television fans by appearing in a shameless and glorified dating show.
The possibility of the 32-year-old Australian golfer never becoming a possible candidate to become the next Jesse Palmer and star on The Bachelor was first floated by Robert Mills, the show’s producer, on Twitter.
— Robert Mills(@Millsy11374) April 14, 2013
I’m not willing to check, but I imagine “#Bachelornation” exploded in a hormone-charged frenzy with variations on the following tweet: “Squee! OMG Adam Scott is sooooo super hot!!! He should totally be the next Bachelor…G’day mate! LOL!” on Twitter, thus adding no legitimacy to the speculation related to the possibility of something that will never happen ever might actually happen. Which it won’t.
But why not allow the aforementioned E! Online report to summarize the wild speculation because it’s all so darn silly:
Fans were, understandably, thrilled by the prospect of seeing gratuitous shirtless shots of the golfer. “The Adam Scott as #Bachelor idea has exploded,” the show’s producer tweeted. “Will try and meet.”
A source who works on the show tells E! News exclusively, “We are definitely going to pursue [Scott]. So far, no meeting’s been set but we’re trying. He could be a perfect fit…We’re also considering other people Bachelor fans already know.”
A show rep tells us ABC does not comment on casting rumors.
By no means am I attempting to break the hearts of any fans of “The Bachelor,” but there is absolutely no way this dream scenario (for the producers) ever comes to fruition. Mainly because Adam Scott’s handlers are far too savvy to allow him to ever get involved in such a risky endeavor that has the potential to do far more harm than good to Scott’s career on and off the golf course, but also because his caddie, Stevie Williams, would be part of the package deal. And do we need Stevie yelling “Quite please!” and accosting reality show cameramen while Scott is putting the moves on some attractive young woman?
And if you need a video report with a hip and happening music soundtrack, here you go:
Guh. This cannot happen.