by Doug McAllister
As this year's Ryder Cup process has become as weird as the adventures of Alice in Wonderland, I thought it only fitting today to borrow a snippet from the master of nonsense, Lewis Carroll, for today's post. Here's my golfing slant on Carroll's poem, Jabberwocky, renamed, appropriately:
Ryder-Whacky
It's Silly! How the Ryder goes,
As golfers vie to make the team!
It used to be that the Captain chose
The tour's best players -- the year's Golf Cream!
Beware the Ryder Cup, my friend!
For politics now rule the game!
Beware! Those chosen, in the end,
May be simply those who bring a name!
Corey took his pencil in his hand:
Long time he scribbled, long he thought --
"Who should I choose to join my band?
"Should Eldrick make the team of not?"
And, as he wrestled with the mess,
The pressure mounted, fierce and cold!
It came from members of the press!
And from Tim Finchem's desk, I'm told.
"Tiger has to be on this year's team!
"If he's not, it spells catastrophe!
"It matters not that his game might seem,
"As weak and awful as it can be!"
"For it matters little if we keep
"The Ryder Cup -- now you must know,
"It's the dollars that will surely creep
"Away, should Eldrick miss the show!"
So there it is! It's sad but true!
For Pavin's picks we'll have to wait.
So until Tuesday, it's best that you
Go out and Hit `em Long and Straight!
To Be Continued...
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