An Ode to the PGA Tour
Life’s unhappiest surprises always come from those you’ve known forever without ever knowing the score but now you will
For a long time, the centrists were at the center of attention where the action was But now they find themselves at the center of a hall of mirrors
When the shit hits the fan at least I know I won’t be wearing flip-flops
We thought we had finally notched… by confronting Father Time with the paradox of our times when self-defeating is the new win… but we can’t win for losing
A man must never admit that what he wants more than anything is to be told what to do Instead
Our brains are just big enough to operate eight fingers and two thumbs An octopus is smart but if it also had
One party rule Finally clicked in America When the ruling party rebranded As the Pajama Party
The realist doesn’t look at clouds… that describes the escapist The realist looks at clouds and se… from her childhood
Going home had come to feel like dining in a restaurant where the food is celebrated but the customers merely tolerated
Beware the self-loathing salesman who loves what he does– If you buy what he’s selling then you bought it because you broke it
If it’s not anticlimactic it wasn’t worth all the effort
People are like whales who have gotten sick of plankton
America’s belief system– The show must go on– comes into focus when you suspend disbelief Because it’s not about justice
When you have to share everything else you can still hog the blame pie
When the dull knives are out and you say all the approved thing… in all the approved ways you have proved the silencing of dissent