Howdy – Today it’s a golf/basketball lesson.
I was a bit wonderstruck when looking at Tuesday’s WSJ… there on the front page … jumping inside to A-17 I think – was a golf story. Apparently somebody in the WH press corps has been keeping track of the ‘secret’ [not to say surreptitious] matter of Barack Obama’s miserable golf game.
To read the story is to find out he took up golf – in addition to his normal sports effort of basketball at which he seems to have some ability due to his height and practice – but so far is nowhere close to giving Tiger Woods anything to worry about. His handicap (and I’m not a golfer so my data could be wrong) is speculated to be in the range of 20 or so… putting him in the ‘average’ duffer box.
Now it doesn’t take a lot of watching to know Mr. Obama doesn’t want to be ‘average’ in anything.
So apparently although he took up golf when he was a State Senator in Illinois, and has played far more during his time in office so far than George Bush played in his whole two terms (according to one of the White House Press Corps who keeps track of such things) he doesn’t want a lot of witnesses. The scene of his flailing away to get out of a sand trap was written up quite graphically on the front page of the Journal. Most recently he kept a whole bus load of reporters waiting while his considerable entourage trailed him on one of the military bases where he plays away too many public eyes.
One unwilling witness said his foursome waited a length of time in which they would have played three holes – for the Obama crew to play one. He’s hoping not to get stuck on that course again.
Reading it, I had a sense of unbelief. Here’s the leader of the free world worried he may be seen in a slightly unfavorable light. Bush apparently gave up golf after 9/11 and troops being deployed… thinking it wasn’t seemly to be playing while guys are dying; -- He’s now resumed his interest according to the Journal story. It isn’t really impressive to me that the President hand-picks a general to command the Afghanistan campaign… then takes forever to send the resources to do the job. It all has the flavor of appearance rather than substance… and he looks like he doesn’t want to do what needs to be done. Well… it’s not my job to judge.
OK… on to more substantive things… like turkey… and family – and doing what we need to be doing to make
Cordially, IN HIM
Jack
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“JUST A MINUTE”
WHO’S GOT THE MULLIGAN?
MizP: Jist a Minute – Does ennybody round heah know who’s got th’ mulligan?
Homer: Whazzat, Miz Pearl?
MizP: Mulligan… do you know whut a Mulligan is?
BB: Hit’s got sumpin ta' do wif goff…
Jack: You’re right, Miz
MizP: So whut’s hit mean?
Jack: Essentially it’s a do-over… if you mess up the first shot off the tee – and you have an agreement … you can take another shot.
MizP: An hit don’t count agains you.
BB: Tha-ut don’t sound rite. You s’pose ta' count ever shot in goff.
Homer: UH Mr. Beelie… say your bawl sticks on the goff cart path … yew can drap hit over your sholder and take another shot.
MizP: Tha-ut don’t sound rite either.
Jack: Where did you read about this in the Wall St. Journal?
MizP: They had a frunt page story ‘bout Mr. ‘bama’s doin’ poorly at goff – takin’ a lot of mulligans.
BB: Well he’s bin a-takin’ a lot of sumpin.
Homer: You mean mistakes, doncher?
BB: Yeah – at whut Ah mean.
Jack: What else did th’ story say Miz Pearl?
MizP: Jist tha-ut he don’t let the secret service or r’poters watch -- summa his frens say he ourt to stick wif basketball.
Homer: Well at’s tellin’ a lot to th’ Prezdint of the New Nited States.
MizP: He plays good basketbawl don’t he?
BB: Ah don’ heer he’s terrible good at that neither.
Homer: Ah thank you bein’ kinda hard on him Mr. Bill.
BB: He don’t need ta' be a-playin ennyway when he cain’t make up his mind on Afgannistan.
MizP: Ah don’t thank hit’s got ennythin’ ta' do wif ennythin --- an Ah’m sorry Ah ast th’ question.
Jack: Oh now let’s don’t go ‘way mad… it’s Thanksgiving time… We’re all friends.
Homer: An Ah’m thankful fer tha-ut.
BB: Me too… Ah’m sorry Miz Pearl – Ah din’t mean ta' speak sharply…
MizP: Oh At’a awl rite Mr. Beelie… Ah jist don’t know these thangs.
Jack: And on that Happy Thanksgiving note … we’ll say everybody be back next week – I’m Jack Buttram.
(END)
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