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It's easy to grin When your ship comes inAnd you've got the stock market beat. But the man worthwhile, Is the man who can smile, When his shorts are too tight in the seat.
Got some stuff to catch up on, but here's today:
*** Listening to Joe Morgan's commentary during MLB's Home Run Derby on Monday inspired me to trim my nose hair.
Last night, during the actual All-Star Game, Tim McCarver's insight reminded me to use some scrubbing bubbles and clean a little of the mildew buildup in my shower.
And methinks that you'll be able to eat eggs benedict off my kitchen floor if ever my radio breaks and I'm stuck listening to the Michael Kay Show on 1050 ESPN.
*** The last two mornings - and full work day for that matter - have been slow, to say the least. Was in Pittsburgh this past weekend (details to follow) and it's taken me two whole days to recover.
Plus, the iPod alarm clock that randomly picks wake-up songs has also been on vacation. Bocelli and deep album tracks by the Smiths don't give me that get-up-and-go like, say, "Tell Me It Isn't True" by Dylan, which was this morning's "rise-n-shine, camper" tune.
*** Terry Francona, manager of the World Champion Boston Red Sox (check!) has grown on me.
He is articulate and PR savvy. He'll tell you what's on his mind. He's funny. He's loyal to almost a major fault. But he will back you up and never throw you under the bus publically. And he seems like a good guy to saddle up and enjoy a tasty beverage with.
In a tough town like Boston, he is doing fine. Of course, the paperweight filled with diamonds on his finger has bought him a little leeway.
But Terry's just fine with me. I hope he gets the extension he greatly deserves.
*** Call a cab, D-Bag...
*** Lance is kicking ass in France. And people are cheering "Go Lance!"
Michelle Wie is skating by in the Publinx. And people are saying "Go away.""I don't think she should be here," said Danny Green, who tied for second in medal play after matching the tournament low with a 65 for a 2-under 138. "I think she should play in the women's tournaments because they don't let the men play in women's tournaments. I just don't agree with that, but it's not my call. She qualified and she is going by the rules. She's here and she is a great player. I've got nothing against that."
Thanks, Danny. Now it's my turn because it's my blog.
I don't know how I feel about her playing in men's tournaments. And it's nothing to do with what's "under the hood." It's a simple question of wins and losses.
Yes, she's a tremendous player, especially at the young age of 15. She hits the ball slightly farther off the tee than I do (250 to 305), is a little better than I am with mid to short irons (I suck to she's really good), and she gets the nod on her putting (I generally don't have a clue where it's going to she generally knocks it close, or in.).
But here's my thing: if you're a woman and you've absolutely dominated the game on the LPGA tour (coughcoughANNIKAcoughcough)...if you're putting tournaments to bed on Friday and Saturday...if when you enter a tournament, the other players try to figure out how to play for second...then feel free to move up a peg. Take it the the PGA.
But she's not there yet. Not to say she won't be soon, but again...15 years old...lots of time ahead of her... I don't recall her winning an LPGA event. Sure, she's come close. But so did Phil Mickelson for about 12 years in majors.
If there was a planet in the universe called Oookufukku, where everyone was a +10 handicap, then a few years ago when Tiger put double-digit strokes on the field at St. Andrew's and at Augusta, then an upgrade to a tour that you don't fit the "demographic" in would make sense.
A 62 by Tiger would be par at the GMC/Oookufukku Open and he'd compete with the best in the Universe, maybe make the cut, and the Oookufukkian media would treat it accordingly. But (where the hell am I going with this?) Tiger only earns the right to go to Oookufukku because he had nothing left to prove on the Earth tour. Michelle is not that dominant. Not even close.
(Then again, Michelle hasn't lost her swing, gone steady with some hunky blonde Swedish cabana boy and took him to Prom, and then fired her swing coach in a huff, either. But I digress.)
If she's looking to be the next ambassador of women's golf, then play in the LPGA Tour, clean up with trophies and paydays and endorsements, elevate the sport, and make it better than when she arrived. But this playing with the men thing isn't doing anything for her or for the women's game.
If it's a choice between just making the cut in the Publinx, or winning the Dinah Shore by eight strokes, to me, the choice isn't even close.
*** This weekend - it's Hump Day, it's perfectly acceptable to start planning it - is prioritized in this order: 1. Red Sox/Yankees; 2. Wedding Crashers; 3. beach.
Gotta do work. More later.