Something came over me today (I know what you're all thinking, "Oh God, not
again!")
Went to my favorite lunchtime jount, a white-table cloth Italian joint on
Connecticut Avenue. Ordered the linguini with clam sauce. Now my dear
friends -- (and Jazbo, too) -- I swear, I don't know what dey put in dat dem
clams, but it musta' sure been somethin' special. They hit me like a bullet.
That quiet moment of solitude on a quiet Thurs. afternoon gave me pause to
reflect....and now, I must say I sure do feel I owe someone in our group an
apology -- which is the object of this posting.
My early write up on Peter's pre-tourney condition stated he was in a
"drunken stuppor." Now commrades, we all know that's really not true, is it?
Sure, Petey was feeling no pain on that cold dark evening of March 29th, but
I beg forgiveness as many readers may find the characterization -- not only
inaccurate -- but downright offensive....which is sure somethin' I didn't
mean to do, 'specially to a good buddy like Peter.
Therefore I vow upon myself to take corrective measures by editing the text
to a description which might be more palatable to us all. I know people in
our group would probably understand the phrase meant no harm, but others out
there simply can't be expected to have our high intellectual capacity for
reason , not the possess descretionary cpabilities enough to weed out the
B.S. in search of truth.
Peter, respectfully accept my apology.
I think I did accomplish two things by posting the article for review,
however:
1. I learned that many of you in the group have better editorial judgement
than do I, which really doesn't come as any suprise.
2. My chance to tarnish Peter Secor's image (calling him alot of disparaging
names) simply will not work. Damn it, and I wanted a piece of him in the
August BARGE Calcutta -- wanted him cheap. Thought I could trash him in my
column (drive down his stock value), and buy his action for $10. Now, the
cat's out of the bag on my junk bond scandal.
Must be somethin' in that clam sauce. Next time, I'm gettin' lasagna.
-- Nolan Dalla