Now, no offense to you, Peter. But once in a while, I start to wonder if all of this hero worship has blinded some of you who should know better.
And thinking back upon all of these Behr-Haultian threads and talk of camouflage-re:-golf without any concrete examination or example -- with the notable exception of Jim Urbina's crystal clear bunkering instruction a few months back -- brings two thoughts to mind:
One is a quote from
Remains of the Day ... the movie, mind you, not the book, for that would be too high falutin for this group ...
the scene where Jack Lewis, played by the late Christopher Reeve, lobs that kind fusillade into the post-prandial round of pompous self-plaudits:
"You are, all of you, amateurs. And international affairs should not be run by gentlemen amateurs... The days where you could act out of your noble instincts are over."
Now picture a bunch of Mike Young's ODG's -- minus my favorites, of course -- around a banquet table patting themselves on the back about such reified concepts.
It's that annoying perpetual snore in the other room.
It's that saying a lot without saying anything.
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Numero Dos, a scene from Madrid (ca. 2003)...
(My lovely assistant at the magic lantern, please.)
Gentlemen, I give you the Museo de Jamon:
Pick a hock. Any hock.
Sorry to interrupt your well-meaning thread, Peter. But I just had to get that off my chest.
Now back to our regularly scheduled program.
Oh, yeah, and a few of these, too.