The full race being aired again on FS1 -- Fox Sports One -- what a treat.
The All-Star Race, Texas Motor Speeedway.
Speaking of sports -- that PGA Championship yesterday was perhaps one of the best PGA finishes ever. It was like two pugilists going the distance. Justin Thomas looked whipped, but the adrenaline rush from the crowd re-invigorated him to the point he could lift the Wanamaker Trophy.
The Wanamaker Trophy, named after businessman and golfer Rodman Wanamaker, stands nearly 2.5 feet tall and weighs 27 pounds.
The trophy was lost, briefly, for a few years until it showed up in 1930 in the cellar of L.A. Young and Company.
Ironically, this cellar was in the factory which made the clubs for the man responsible for losing it, Walter Hagen. Hagen claimed to have trusted a taxi driver with the precious cargo, but it never returned to his hotel. There is a smaller replica trophy that the champion gets to keep permanently, but the original must be returned for the following years tournament.
Hagen's version: akin to "the dog ate it."
I only posted this so I could type "Wanamaker" -- since the analysts must have mentioned this trophy 8,347 times yesterday if they mentioned it once.
I guess the Wanamaker is to the PGA what the Stanley Cup is to the NHL, except the Wanamaker was lost for a time. LOL.
And how many moms name their kids Rodman? Before "Dennis Rodman" was a thing?
Wow, I think it's time to go back to reading some good literature. I'll start with Djuna Barnes Nightwood.
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