The Walrus

A reader requested a Walrus comment in light of his rather stellar play today. Allow me to share a memory:
When I was a young lad of four or five, my dad took me to the Canadian Open at Glen Abbey. Since I was a little tyke, we didn't enter the grounds, but rather watched the 6th hole from an adjacent parking lot. We saw Jack Nicklaus and Craig Stadler. My dad told me that Stadler's nickname was The Walrus. Since I was a child and loved animals, I decided Craig Stadler would be my favourite golfer, and so he remained for a few years. In my middle teens, I came to realize that my former favourite player (he had now been replaced by the Nicks Faldo and Price) was, in fact, a grumpy, foul mouthed fatso...and I still loved him. No player in the history of golf has used the "disgusted face" more frequently or with better effect than Craig Stadler. It's not even a disgusted "face"; his whole body sags. When a putt lips out or he chunks a chip, Stadler appears as though he may head over to the blooming azaleas and barf all over them. He is awesome. I'd love for him to shoot a 70 tomorrow and be around for the weekend.

Note: I declined to make the obvious Craig Stadler/Champions dinner joke. I thought of several, but decided not to blemish The Walrus's reputation any further than his own surging gut has already done.