Subject: bad news from Yasna Polyana
From: Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Date: Sun Aug 05 2001 - 12:41:48 GMT
Well, Diego, I think that was the most devastating
stab into the left ventricle I've suffered since 1976.
The crazy, the wonderful, the All Time &
Undefeated Lev, my own personal pet - & the cretin
goes & gets caught in a compromising posture that
I'd have thought beyond even his capacity for looking
silly. How could I have missed that story? The bloody
old fool.
Well, as I get slowly to my feet, I could say cards
have at least a certain redeeming air of criminality
about them. The Devil's playthings. Whatever
about Leo, certainly old Feodor was only living
up to his diablolic principles in being so addicted.
At least no one sees them as wholesomely open air
pursuits.
And can you imagine either of them holding up
the bar back in the club house discussing, yet again,
that last chip onto the 17th? No, I thought not.
I think it must be the balls, the balls, the bouncing
balls, & the sight of grown men & women running
around, throwing, hitting, kicking & catching same
that I find so embarrassingly, arse-achingly tedious.
I know in his later years he longed for a bike.
If you tell me next he used to come in from
his fields & his serfs looking forward to a little
tennis before supper - I'll go & take the hemlock
right now.
Scottie B.
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