Golf Magazine USA – September 2019

Rounds with Michael Corcoran

36 GOLF.COM / S e p t ember 2019

WITH APOLOGIES TO ELLA

FITZGERALD, YOU CAN

KEEP THE CITY, BUT

PLEASE DO MIX US UP THE

COCKTAIL, BARTENDER

I’ll Take

Manhattan

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Despite containing
just three simple
ingredients, the
Manhattan is
delightfully so-
phisticated.

ULES WAS A LAWYER

by trade, a quiet

bespectacled fellow

with an ale belly. He

was a professional, and 40 years

or more on I can recall him trun-

dling the fairways sipping from a

can of Ballantine. Jules’ affinity for

that particular beer and its distinc-

tive XXX branding earned him the

nickname “Triple X.”

One day Triple X addressed a

ball in the rough, and verily he did

smite it to smithereens. The ball

exploded into many hundreds if not

thousands of white bits, rendering

Triple X dumbstruck. Slowly he

raised his head, and sputtered to

his caddie, “Diiii diiii diiiiid you

see that?”

“Yes,” said my brother Whitey,

who was on the bag for Triple X that

day. “It was a mushroom.”

I was thinking about that

moment on my weekday morning

walk to the train station. I know not

why it popped to mind, as I never

can tell what’s next on the Corcoran

Channel, but it did prompt another

thought about how exceedingly

heavy golf bags were back in the

day. Caddies of a certain stature

would sometimes vet their man’s

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