Bunker Mulligan "Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." ~Mark Twain

June 12, 2004

Turf Grass

Filed under: Golf — Bunker @ 7:16 pm

What wonders a little water will achieve on bermuda grass. They finally put some down on the local course, and the bermuda sprang to life. We almost have fairways again!

When I coached baseball at a private high school, I became the groundskeeper, too. I knew how to take care of the basics, but needed to learn more about turf. I searched the internet, and found a couple of free subscriptions to sports turf management magazines. I also spent a lot of time asking questions of the experts at seed and fertilizer distributors. I’m still no expert, but I know more than most people about the subject.

One key ingredient to a healthy turf is a deep root zone. Bermuda is one grass that will choke out weeds if given the strength. Unfortunately, our course manager doesn’t like expense, and will cut anywhere he can. Not watering serves his purpose two ways: He pays a smaller water bill and has to cut the grass less. In his eyes, it’s a win-win situation.

The course was refurbished two years ago at great expense. They put down Tif bermuda on the greens and fairways, but never established a good root zone. And there still isn’t one. It requires deep watering, not just a simple wetting-down.

It’s troubling because the course has an excellent layout, and could be one of the premier courses in South Texas. Instead, we play on some really nice grass intermingled with Saint Augustine, Johnson Grass, and dandelions. We all complain, and nothing changes.

Too bad. Potential going to waste has always bothered me.

June 11, 2004

Pebble Beach

Filed under: Golf — Bunker @ 6:00 pm

I follow the professional tours–when I feel like it. Next week is one tournament I always pay attention to: The US Open.

To me, the golf “season” begins with the AT&T Pebble Beach Celebrity Tournament and ends with the British Open. I follow the Masters as well. For many, it is the first real tournament of the year, kinda like opening day in MLB.

But I have a soft spot for Pebble Beach. The tournament offers fun before the serious business takes over. In 1977, I got to watch one round in person. It was then still the Crosby Clambake. I stood at the first green and watched all the groups come through, then followed Nicklaus around the course. I took some detours to see many of the celebrities play, and hung out at #16 for a while.

Most players and celebrities were happy to interact with the gallery. Jack Lemmon, Clint Eastwood, Mac Davis, Johnny Bench–all had grins permanently stretched across their faces.

Several months later I scraped together the $25 green fee to play the course myself. It was exciting comparing my own inept play to those of the pros. But it was simply a pleasureable morning.

This photo–

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is a view from behind the eighth green looking back toward the landing area for your tee shot. It is just as spectacular looking from the other direction, and pretty intimidating. I put three balls in that chasm, but was determined to hit that tiny green if it took every ball in my bag. I wasn’t about to walk away from Pebble Beach without having done it. Nicklaus called this the best par four in the world.

I have always wanted to play the course again, and would really like to take my father there to play. He refuses. He won’t let me pay the $380 green fee for him, and won’t pay it himself. But, there may be some relief on the horizon. Someone told me, and I haven’t confirmed it yet, that military active duty and retirees can play the course during the week for a special rate. Once I convince the Old Man, I’ll set up a trip for us to play there, Bayonet, and Del Monte some week.

There is much more, including live cams at the first tee and 18th green, at the Pebble Beach Resorts web site.

Hurt Feelings

Filed under: Society-Culture — Bunker @ 3:04 pm

I grew up in a house and environment that didn’t tolerate racism. When I was a kid, my mother asked if that black boy was my new friend. I told her I didn’t think his last name was Black.

I get a knot in my stomach when I hurt someone’s feelings. It concerns me that I may have inadvertantly insulted someone. And I fret about it. That has happened several times since I started this blog. It’s happened again.

Ambra is an intelligent young woman who doesn’t think much of my opinion. LaShawn has a post on Afrocentrist education where I left a comment.

Yes, white people made this country. There are many reasons for that, not the least of which was slavery. Blacks were not allowed to get an education. Therefore, they had little impact.

Those that did were always celebrated. Frederick Douglass, Booker T. Washington, and MLK. But there is no reason to celebrate someone simply because they were black and did something notable. Many people of all races did something notable, and there is little room in textbooks to discuss everyone. Often those who are covered are granted space simply because they were “the first black” or “the first woman” to do something.

Let’s celebrate accomplishment, not skin color.

Ambra didn’t like it.

Sometimes you forget, people really are that ignorant.

And wanted to let people know how ignorant she felt I am.

Oh yes he did. Go. There.

I’ve asked myself–often–whether I am racist. In fact, I wrote one post on this topic: I must be a racist. I’ve also penned MLK, Frederick Douglass, and House Slaves.

If those thoughts make me an ignorant racist, I plea “guilty.” I don’t believe it, but will forever hang my head in shame.

Dogs are people, too

Filed under: Society-Culture — Bunker @ 12:49 pm

One of my favorite visits each day is to Big Gold Dog. Today, Pancho talks about the cognitive powers dogs have.

A new German study cited here says that most dogs understand language at a rate the scientists said was equivalent to that of a 3-year-old child…or an ape or dolphin. I’d prefer to communicate with an ape or dolphin more than with most 3 year olds, but that’s another story.

I have two dogs, Jack and Chester. Jack is a Jack Russell, and I named him. Such is the power of my intellect. Chester is a rat, or chihuahua, I’m not really sure. He was a wanderer when we found him, and weighed about a pound. He is named for the skeleton in The Goonies, Chester Copperpot.

Like others of the breed, Jack is a lighning bolt with hair. Even now at nearly eight years old, he loves to run. Like Wallace’s dogs, Jack comprehends.

I returned from the golf course this morning having already decided to take the boys out for some running. I simply mentioned “fuzzy ball” (tennis ball), and Jack was scrambling around the house looking for it. I said something about field, and he was jumping up and down excitedly. “Let’s go! Why aren’t we already in the truck and on our way?”

Off we go, heads out the window. At the local school, I simply throw the ball, Jack runs, and brings it back for more. There is technique involved, as I am reminded if I throw the ball incorrectly. I must judge his speed (he sprints as soon as the ball in in my hand) and throw the ball so it bounces far enough ahead of him that he can jump and catch it in the air. Too far, and he has to adjust his timing for a second bounce, Too short, and he has to stop and wait. Proper technique allows him to time his jump to snag the ball at the top of its bounce.

Chester explores while all this is going on.

I then mention swimming. Game over. Let’s go. Jack understands “swimming suit,” and even knows which drawer it is in. We get in the pool, and the throwing game resumes. Chester doesn’t like the water. His feet are too small to propel him.

Jack is now worn out, sleeping on the back of the couch. But he will jump back to life if the words “cat” or “cookie” are uttered.

I think I’ll let him rest.

June 10, 2004

Level-headed

Filed under: International — Bunker @ 8:02 pm

Bogey appears to be a quiet, cerebral liberal, not quite the ranting leftists we see and hear. He is calm and reasoned in his arguments. Then he goes and writes something like this:

I’m still hooked on the idea of doing this all on the down-low. Train the right people the right way, get inside, kill all the right bastards ? just enough of them to give ordinary people the opportunity to rise up and take their countries back from religious extremists who won’t accept a changing, evolving, interdependent world. I’ve seen plenty of posts out in the blogosphere wondering, “Why aren’t the Iraqi people rising up? Why aren’t they rooting out and killing the bastards who are trying to sabotage their great shot at a free, prosperous future?” Well, I’m starting to think it’s just because we’re there.

I wish we could do just such a thing. Unfortunately, those very people you’ve trained end up being the next Saddam.

He is spot-on about the Iraqi people needing to step up. Some have, especially in Najaf. But the society has to mature. This is a culture which has operated under threat for two generations, and longer. They do not yet know whom they can trust with their lives. Neighbors have always turned in neighbors, or turned a blind eye to avoid being caught up in something bad. It will take some time to repair the psychological damage.

New Golf Blog

Filed under: Golf — Bunker @ 7:39 pm

John Retzer has joined the small group who write of golf in the blogosphere.

I intended to write much more on golf than I have, but I don’t follow the tour as closely as others and my mind has been preoccupied with many other issues. I hope to do much better in the future.

John’s focus is on gadgets, and he has a background in club-making. We now have Pat, Scott and Ed on Women’s Golf Watch, Blogger Vance, the guys over at The Golf Blog, and John linked.

My golf credits pale in comparison.

PressThink

Filed under: Media — Bunker @ 1:57 pm

I take the media to task on a regular basis. That is why I was so pleased to find PressThink.

Jay Rosen is a professor at NYU who “has been a leading figure in the reform movement known as “public journalism,” which calls on the press to take a more active role in strengthening citizenship, improving political debate and reviving public life.”

He has some pretty solid values, in my ever-so-humble opinion.

We need to keep the press from being absorbed into The Media. This means keeping the word press, which is antiquated. But included under its modern umbrella should be all who do the serious work in journalism, regardless of the technology used. The people who will invent the next press in America–and who are doing it now online–continue an experiment at least 250 years old.

If you’ve not read any of his work, take the time to do so. This particular essay is, appropriately, about how Reagan “Beat the Press.”

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