Sunday, June 20, 2010

A Toast to the Wee Irishman

An Irishman has won the US Open golf tourney. It's almost like the Cubs winning the world series, except that Chicago didn't invent baseball. Well then again, neither did Ireland. It was Scotland. Maybe. Whatever, a great accomplishment by a steady Mr. McDowell, whose father embraced him on the 18th green after the victory putt. For those with fond memories of playing golf with their father, it's always a touching scene, especially today.

So thank heaven we have a president who understands the historical importance of the sport and it's uncanny non-partisan ability to bridge cultural gaps, reduce stress, and stop oil leaks, if one is a Democrat. I mean, at least he didn't go sailing for crying out loud. Just imagine the terrible image if the first golfer was a Texas oilman. Whew. It's hard enough having to endure Johnny Miller.

Anyway, hope all the fathers had a happy father's day. Hit 'em straight--and not in the lake!

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