Selling My Books on the Streets of Brooklyn 8/20 - Putts

Remember the Seinfeld episode where George laments that all his instincts are wrong and Jerry suggests that he do the opposite of every one? That was sort of what I experienced on the golf course today, unintentionally, of course. It has been my best season ever using the driver, and worst in terms of short game. It would have been more apt to use the term putz to describe my use of the flat stick. I was missing more putts under five feet than Sergio Garcia, who, coincidentally, won this weekend's PGA event. For this round I was driving the ball to the right, sometimes way right, but chipping and putting beautifully. And my iron play was as good as it gets. As every once-a-week golfer knows, one is not allowed to put it altogether more than once a year, if that. I had six one-putts, shooting 87. My boy Cuz continues to struggle mightily, hitting the dreaded triple digits for the second week in a row. For a change, his short game has deserted him.

There is other news in the golf word, sad to many, including me. Augusta National, where The Masters is held, has finally caved, allowing two females members into the exclusive club. One is former Secretary of State Condoleeza Rice. I admire Rice, but I believe private clubs should be able to restrict membership to anyone. There are many organizations that are female only, and I don't have a problem with that. It has always been a dream of mine to play Augusta. It's not going to happen, and I'll just have to live with it. It's for a privileged few, and I haven't earned that privilege. I wonder if Groucho was referring to Augusta National when he said: "I DON'T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT ME AS A MEMBER."

There have been 20 deaths from the West Nile Virus in Texas. With that in mind, I sprayed myself with Off as soon as I got to Forest Park today. It was only the second time I've ever used it. I tried it the last time the virus had a strong presence, which must have been a decade ago, and couldn't stand it. Now 62 and possibly more vulnerable to such an illness, I thought it would be wise protect myself. I couldn't wait to get home and wash the stuff off me. The odor is still in my nostrils. Yuck!

RIP Phyllis Diller, 95, who made us all laugh in her numerous television appearances. She joins husband Fang in heaven.

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