In re: "(Bob Brinker)Senior posted a Western U.S. tournament record
score of 88 strokes on his way to..."
Don, given Brinker, Sr.'s evident success in the improvement of his
golf score, his acknowledged determination to conquer the fairways
and greens alike, and his expressed view that he contemplates, at length,
disembarking the StarShip for the sake of the "grand old game," more
than a few us likely grow colder as Brinker's game gets hotter. Mindful,
of this, the following refrain perhaps bears repetition, to wit:
Brinker, tinker,
Jack of all things,
Don't turn golf pro,
Till Fat Lady sings! |
