But The Beachwood Reporter -- a webzine created by the terrific media writer Steve Rhodes -- quoted my media column yesterday (scroll down to #16 and #17).
The column also elicited a nice comment from another favorite local writer, Bob Reed (scroll all the way down).
And here I thought nobody read it.
"So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me?
ReplyDeleteThe Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking.
So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one -- big hitter, the Lama -- long, into a ten-thousand foot crevice, right at the base of this glacier. And do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga...gunga -- gunga galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice."
Carl Spackler (Bill Murray)
Caddy Shack
Well said, my friend - well said.
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