On the QT

Thursday, May 20, 2010



THE ANTI-CALVIN


The Kentucky Derby winner, Super Saver was ridden by jockey Calvin Boreal or Bo-rail as they like to call him because that's how he prefers to run his horse--close to the rail. But the guy pictured has it all wrong. He's on the outside rail with his right leg draped over the rail.


It wouldn't matter; I'd never bet on him anyhow. Most of those lizards are only posers. All I've ever see them do are push ups. They are good at a few of those, but on a race track? Not gonna happen.
I used to see one of these guys on The Phoenician Golf Course pretty regularly. He was on a low wall between number 8 and 9, but they redid the numbering when they completed an additional 9, so I'm not sure of the holes now. I used to have the name of the kind of lizard he is, too, but like a lot of things lately, I can't bring it to mind. Probably from the dearth of info I carry around. But I don't think I'll ever forget Bob Gibson's 1.12 ERA in 1968.
Actually, I'm probably better retaining stuff than I give myself credit for. On the West Coast cruise a former student came up to me and asked if I wasn't her old English teacher. She gave me her married name, but I recalled her maiden name from the '80's which impressed her hubby, not an MTV guy. But still.
Coach Gill used to call me a poser when I'd hit a good drive. He watched my follow through as I admired my shot down the middle. He was always teasing me about something ( or always telling the truth, trying to correct me--he did a lot of that with me ever since freshman basketball tryouts [by the way, he cut me]), but I was so blessed to be around him all those years at the high school and on the golf course. What a gentleman.
But Coach Scotty wouldn't have gambled on that racing lizard. Although he seemed to coach every other sport at the school, I don't think he coached track. But he could recognize an athlete from afar or close up. Why do you think he cut me?


1 Comments:

  • At 7:35 AM, Blogger Fort Wayne Tour Guide said…

    By the look of it, I would call this lizard an Iguana, but I don't know if they live in Arizona. It might be a little scary to run into a big one of those on the golf course. I feel sorry for you - can't ever escape those former students - I'm sure this was fine but the weirdness of running into one on a boat in the Pacific! No private life! The life of a teacher. That could be weird for your spouse and family too all these years - all the people that know you and treat you like an old friend. They have to share you as would a celebrity's family. But it speaks highly of you, how well thought of, liked and esteemed you are -it says something of the legacy (I hate that word) you left. I could call you Father Q - a mentor, a holy man. But, oh shucks, just go hit some golf balls.

     

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