Wie Wie Wie, all the way home!

It wasn't a total shocker, Michelle not cutting it at the Canoe Brook. We wanted her to succeed, though. It was, however, unlikely--which made us want it more. Someday, she or some other woman will up and do it. But today, Michelle couldn't. Today, she lacked the stuff of, say, The Little Engine Who Could. "I think I can, I think I can..." I'm not so sure that Michelle thought she could, putt that is. She squatted over those shorties for just a few beats too long for my angst. I could feel her missing the putts. I wasn't wishing it...just feeling the bad vibe, the engine failing, brakes squealing, temper rising.

I haven't seen the stats yet, but she must have crushed at least a few male egos today. That in itself is something the masculine professionals could use a bit more of. Michelle can go home proud as hell, head high, regretting a few putts, but making her mark among the men. Frankly, I don't know how David Duvall does it week in and week out.