Here’s a link to an underrated film noir from 1948 called Blonde Ice starring Leslie Brooks:
It’s all about the lie. In golf, as in life.
Forget about grabbing the 60 degree wedge. Please. Never mind the distance. It’s all about your lie.
Been caddying since I was 17. I’m 53 now. Way too many golfers pay way too much attention to distance. Pulling out the 60, without regard to the lie, is usually the quickest path to the, “what am I DOING” blurt which invariably follows every either thinned, skulled, t-boned, bladed, or chunked shot.
Instead, most golfers would do better to hit a higher percentage pitch and run shot with a less-lofted club.
On another cold Sunday morning and up alone while everyone else sleeps, I made my way through some photos from only a few lives ago.
Damn it. How can it be that so much has changed?
No longer little girls, smiles have been replaced by the brooding of young adulthood (oh could I have stopped time and taken a number amongst the long line of dreamers who’ve gone before– like I’m covering some new ground here).
Where are they now? Locked away in their thoughts; comprehending the slights and arguments that the passing of time slowly uncovered.
I was a hero then; maybe. In my own mind. The delusion made it easier to go on.
Now what? More tears. The passing of time is a mirror which haunts me.
And today it’s speaking back a little louder than usual.
For years Dan Wetzel, Yahoo Sports Writer nonpareil, has been one of my favorites.
A. I usually agree with what he has to say, i.e., he and I typically share the same opinions (always a big fan of the person who can articulate what I think and has the forum to do so), and B. he doesn’t mess around.
he does a nice job of taking Lance “Alex Rodriguez/Tiger Woods Wannabe” Armstrong out to the woodshed.
So Lance Armstrong is all set to come clean to Oprah? I can’t take it anymore. I guess this is the price to be paid in the world of sports and money? Break the rules big enough to amass a fortune, fall on your I’m only human sword, and then live relatively happily ever after.
What fools we are; the sports loving public.
P.T. Barnum was right. There are suckers born every minute. And I’m one of them.
On my all-time favorite song list and a lesson in the importance of great background vocalists. A must listen to with headphones…trust me.
Another under-the-radar chillout song. Highly recommended.