This morning I staggered out to the lake shore with Shakespeare, the wonder dog, and was greeted by two trumpeter swans who trumpeted at some length while paddling to the east past our section of the shore of Georgian Bay.
I was amazed at the reports of Mr. Woods’ injury details following his U.S. Open victory. To win a 19 hole playoff on a torn ACL with a double stress fracture of the knee is beyond comprehension. It places him alongside NHler Bobby Baun of the old Maple Leafs who played in the Stanley Cup with a broken leg back in the 1960s. I hope Tiger heals completely and returns to competition when he is ready. My admiration for Rocco Mediate remains intact. It is also boundless.