Short Stories, Long Odds

She asked me if I
drank scotch and sat behind a
big desk and wrote about politics and stuff

So I’ve taken up golf lately. Maybe I’m shaking off my inborn liberal guilt, but I’ve really been enjoying myself, despite all the injuries and searing torso pain.

(Written in early 2005; this was the only column I ever wrote for my college newspaper.)
We, as a species, have a habit of expecting that the worst thing possible is exactly what will happen, if for no other reason than it so seldom does. This preparation in the mind – to expect abject terror, defeat, [...]