Subject: Re: it ain't the Yankees that need help
From: citycabn (citycabn@gateway.net)
Date: Fri Sep 29 2000 - 13:25:45 GMT
Scottie wrote:
> I'll bet people can find lots of exceptions but, to me,
> the thought of Tom Hardy or Marcel Proust or Hank James
> or Evelyn Waugh or JP Sartre (OK, Camus used to play
> a bit of footer) or Lev Tolstoy or the Mann boys or
> Ginny Wolfe or - Jesus, I could go on all night - waving
> their rattles for Manchester United is something from
> Monty Python.
Sports and writers: I'll offer up Samuel Beckett. At Portora Royal School,
the teen played on the rugby team. At Trinity College, he represented the
college at golf, mostly playing with a seven handicap. Also a bit of
cricket, playing on Dublin University's two tours of England in the summers
of '26 and '27. Through these games Beckett became the only Nobel Prize
winner to be included in the pages of the cricketers' bible, _Wisden_.
But even more to my liking, was to learn that in later life in France, when
Beckett suffered from insomnia, to help himself try to fall asleep, he would
mentally play his old childhood golf course in Ireland. "Golf was for him,
he told Lawrence Harvey, 'all mixed up with the imagination', with the
impact on him of the ocean, which one could see from the local course, and
the landscape of the Dublin foothills."
yours, whose life *was* golf from twelve to seventeen, high single-digit
handicap, low score of 71, Junior Club Champion of 1967 of Ft. Belvoir,
Viriginia (a military club), two years varsity golf team of Fort Hunt High
School, golf clubs long since given away,
Bruce
PS: 'Ginny Wolfe'? Tom; or: Ginny Woolf.
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