I have a confession to make. A shocking admission really. I’m a lefty and I don’t worship Lefty. That’s right, Phil Mickelson is just another golfer to me, despite our amazing bond of holding a pen in the same hand.
This may not seem like a big deal to some. But to anyone who’s ever listened to other left-handed golfers, including a few who blog here right alongside me, would know this could be construded as heresy. Most of us left-handers love Lefty. Because well…he’s lefty.
Which is about the most ridiculously lame reason to root for anyone. Are all right- handers expected to champion Donald Trump and his vexing hair? Of course not. Yet I’m expected to be behind a golfer with the gag reflex of an anorexic.
Yes, I know, the scissors were tough growing up and some of those desks just weren’t designed for us…Please. Get over it already. Your left-handed, not part of some secret society. It’s really not that exciting of a distinction.
Phil Mickelson isn’t the man because he happens to be left-handed like us.
I never got into the Steve Young craze either. Guess I’m just a disgrace to my hand.
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need to know. (Last 2 sentences.)