You mean people like Gene Sarazen, Walter Hagen, Sam Snead, Ben Hogan, Arnold Palmer, Gary Player, Johnny Miller, Tom Watson, Nick Faldo and Greg Norman?

Well, you got me there. I was thinking about 2020.

I see that I have made you angry. “Shut the fuck up?” “Get back to the burger oven?”

I see that I have made you angry. “Shut the fuck up?” “Get back to the burger oven?”

If you think you know what’s going to happen in 3 1/2 years, you are even more dim than I thought.

Just stopping by for my daily dose of schadenfreude. In the old times, you had to go tour a looney bin to find delusional people; today, we just log onto Deadspin. I miss Gawker. Now, that was a rich vein.

1. Seahorses can’t go that deep.

Sucks that he’s on TV all the time now, doesn’t it?

This is he last straw! How can Congress not move to impeach him now?

That’s because you are sane. It’s gibberish.

You remind me of the drunk who fell off a highrise roof, and as he passed each floor, said “So far, so good.” You may note that the European “success” is rapidly unwinding.

No, but I’ve been to Kuwait, which is similar, except hotter.

If they want an effective resistance, they’ll have to build it themselves.

And why “food blogger?” What have they got against food bloggers? And note that she’s not white.

My response was a joke. Sorry you didn’t get it.

Bronze is not an element.

Bronze is not an element.

Bronze is not an element.

Actually, I’m pretty sure that a sack of shit is inert, and can’t lie. I know this does not trouble you, but I just thought I’d mention it.

But you won’t, will you? Because you’re afraid.