Q-TIP PLEASE
By Chip By A Nose
Championship week. The fine line between drinking champaign in a tux sipping from a slipper to waking up drunk in a dark back alley. Putts drop, or they don’t. Is it fate, karma, dumb luck or the golf gods rolling dice in the clouds. Yo, no sevens. Luck be a three on 18.
What is it that makes a champion? Is it practice, grit, a new girlfriend, or more likely, something between our ears. Q-Tip please. Why does the magic from the range go south is such a hurry? Is it cosmic energy, or a comic enema in a two part play, front and back? (If I knew, I would sell my books, instead of giving them away)
Thirty six opportunities to show this course who is boss, bring it to its knees and rise up triumphantly with fist in air, nodding to the craps players, I hit my number. Sky Masterson. Jimmy The Greek, Damon Runyon and all the other prognosticators of chance have charted the horses. Will the bookies foretell the right man in the saddle? It won’t be determined until the first notes of “The Call To Post” and only after the photo finish. This is Championship week, so boys, ride your games hard.
Good Luck!