The Pink Panther goes too far

I don’t have anything against the color pink. In fact, I’m quite fond of it.

I also don’t have any problem with Paula Creamer declaring her devotion to the color pink. Gimmicks are good for marketing.

However, all things in moderation.

Maybe her collision with the Pepto Bismol truck on Sunday at the Samsung World Championship was in recognition of Breast Cancer awareness month. Even if it was, come on, Paula! Would an accent color hurt so much? Even a pink golf ball? I’m glad you weren’t in the final group because I couldn’t have handled having to look at you long enough to watch the coverage.

I usually like the fashion choices she makes, which, coming from me is probably insulting since my own fashion choices often end up looking like garanimals.

I remember an unfortunate incident of my own from when I was about 12 years old. My favorite color at the time was purple. Somewhere, there are actually photographs of me on a ski slope wearing purple ski pants, a purple parka over a purple turtleneck and purple sweater, with purple gloves, a purple hat, purple earmuffs and purple sunglasses. I looked like a human grape. I wonder if when Paula is older she will want these photos of her to disappear as much as I hope those photos of me never see daylight. The difference is I was twelve and just out having fun with my family. Paula Creamer, while still quite young, is a professional golfer on a world stage.

So, Paula, chalk one up to the mistakes column and learn from it. That saying about there not being such a thing as bad publicity is for those who can’t get the good kind.

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