Sunday Funnies

On Gonzales, from the WaPo via FDL: Editorialist Eugene Robinson commenting on the Card and Gonzales nighttime visit to seriously sedated and 'non-acting AG' Ashcroft:

"...The episode-- recounted this week in congressional testimony by Ashcroft's former deputy, James Comey -- sounds like something from Hollywood, not Washington. It's hard not to think of that scene in "The Godfather" when Don Corleone is left alone in his hospital bed, vulnerable to his enemies, and Michael has to save him...."

In sports: Spurs take on the Jazz and the Pistons take on the Cavs to go to the next and last round of the NBA season. Would like to see Lebron and the Cavs win it all but expect the Spurs and the Pistons to advance and then the Spurs to triumph yet again.

On disaster or sudden change: I love what Sean O'Hair said last Sunday evening after he had quadrupled bogied the 17th to fall out of the big money at the Players: "My career spoiled? Scarred for life? That's all BS. I'm 24, and this is what we play for. It hasn't sunk in, how it ended, but no. Not going to ruin me. That's crazy." (Quotes taken from Bob Verdi and Golf World.) Reminded me of yesterday when Dave Wininger's team started out birdie-double eagle in the scramble; we were right behind them and Wayne Souerdike's long putt on one and Jake Strange's chip in for eagle on two kept us in the hunt; didn't help that the four of us went on to miss three 6-8 foot putts on our way to the -4 that should have been -7. (Yeah, right, Mike, woulda-coulda-shoulda and all that other stuff still leaves you with the rest of the pack about half the way to the -8 that took the prize.) The point being: I ain't conceding nothing till the fat lady sings.

Time for breakfast. You know where you need to go, right? Yes, that's right, out to the honey of a golf course just north of town.