Written: March 12, 2007
Say it with Italian feeling...CAL-CA-VEC-CHIA!
Calc's about our Art's age and size and they both walk like a duck. The only difference is that Calc can swing "around" his stomach. His magical, course-record-tying, 3rd round score of 62 lept the field and allowed him to stay in front and win by one. Buying a new putter at an Edwin Watts store before his 2nd round and the fact that his caddy spent 11 years in the slammer for drug-dealing, added a bit of color to his win. I remember a couple of years ago, Calc came to Sun Valley, played a friendly round at The Valley Club (never having seen it) and set the course record of 64. Our own, Ample Art, once went to Jerome C.C. (where the cow's are allowed to roam the fairways) and having never seen the course, fired a nifty 87. Pro's are different. Yesterday, I was most impressed by Calc's confidence in his swing. He just trusts his ripping, high, left-to-right ball flight. It cemented his reputation as one of the players who is "streaky" and not afraid to "go low." His win might get him in The Masters.
In our pool, Woody/Doyle (who crept into second place) and The Wonger had a nice finish with Lucas Glover, who threatened on the last nine holes. Four others (including me) were breathing hard for K.J. who seemed to struggle on the last day.
The Bay Hill tourney this week has made a euphemistic corporate decision and changed it's name to The Arnold Palmer Invitational. Five of youse think that Robert Allenby is a slam-dunk. El Tigre's in the field, sleeping in his own bed, eating lots of protein for the up-coming bambino and warming up for The Masters.
P.S. I don't want the readership to think me insensitive to fat, old guys. I happen to be one of them. And I did get Arthur's approval before I sent this out. Besides...nothing/no one is sacred in my aging mind, so beware.
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