A Tiger woke this morning. Lots of circles on his card. 6 under through 9. And he barely made the cut. Still. The island green always looms large. Phippy did not. His tighty white dress shirt strangled the swing. J-Rod jinxed the Bronx Bombers by showing up at Thursday’s game against the BoSox. But. They are pretty. Mother’s Day lobster shopping between squalls. Yay.
Make America laugh again. Journalists are such easy prey. They take themselves so seriously that any jab puts them into supercilious overdrive. Get a grip. Stop swinging at low hanging fruit and do some real reporting. Stormy. Really? And. Of course. Dennis Rodman would love to join the Rocket Man summit. Why not?
Speaking of light. Two out of three books so far fit the bill. The Wife Between Us, by Greer Hendricks, Sarah Pekkanen. Not sure why this took two women to conjure it. Disturbed families. Vulnerable adults. Worth a few hours on a wintry Saturday. Mrs., Caitlin Macy. Upper East Side moms. Nothing more than trite. However, The Woman In the Window, by A.J. Finn is not light at all. Dr.Husband reports depressing and tedious. So nope. Won’t read that one.
Apologies to Archie Bell & the Drells. Go Tiger!
Trucked-in snow for the little ones. Afternoon outdoor pop-up bar at Tavern on the Green in Central Park with visiting sis as her husband took in Tosca at the Met. Tiger made the cut. Always good. Mex dinner with cousins fun. As for tonight’s Grammys. It’s a bit sad. Recognize Jay-Z and Bruno Mars. That’s about it. Fewer every year. Even more telling, enjoyed Marvelous Mrs. Maisel on Amazon.
So. It’s official. We’re advanced.
Daily gaits. 2017.
No snow in sight. So far.
Tiger Woods is back on the links. Under par.
Dennis Rodman of Celebrity Apprentice fame. Mutual friend of our Portly President and North Korea’s Dumpy Despot. Could he broker a summit to thwart nuclear war? Just to be safe. Revert to 1950’s duck and cover under your desks. Or huddle in the nearest bomb shelter.
Good News. Trump is emphasizing economic growth and jobs across racial and gender lines. Bad News. He’s still obsessed with conspiracy fraud in the election results and crowd size. TTSD continues.
Good News. Left-wing activist groups will raise bizillions of dollars railing against Trump’s agenda and social policies. Bad News. Identity politics won’t win general elections.
Good News. My picks made it to the Super Bowl. Bad News. Pats may win. Again.
Good News. Tiger returns to Torrey Pines. Bad News. If he doesn’t make the cut it’ll suck.
Waking up to Mika & Joe in pajamas is unnerving enough. Creepy Christmas tidings. Then Sean Spicer, newly named Press Secretary, tries to calm everybody down saying that Trump just wants to modernize our nuclear capability. But. No. Mika in her jammies tells us she spoke to the Donald and he is fine with an arms race with Russia or whoever. There’s a new sheriff in town. John Wayne and his wild west shoot from the hip foreign policy is born.
For all of you pundits looking for a Trump Doctrine. Take refuge in the closest bunker for the next 4 years. It ain’t gonna happen. To top it all off. He golfed today with Tiger. Mar-a-Loco. Merry and Happy!!
Seems like everything is moving backwards in slow-motion.
Tiger decided not to make his latest comeback at the Safeway tournament this week. He hasn’t hit a golf ball in public for over a year. Will he ever again?
In Miami, it’s the Clinton-Gore retro show. Trying to appeal to millennials with a droning speech on climate change and revisiting hanging chads. Yawn. Meanwhile, Trump has declared war on the Republican party. Solidifying an eponymous third party for the future. Reminding us of his true end-game. This is TNN.
Flashback to M.A.S.H. Ran into Alan & Arlene Alda strolling through Central Park on our daily constitutional by the Lake. Looked like a happy couple of 58 years.