I have never had a hole-in-one. I came within 4 inches once in Stockton, Calif. But I was there at the old Vet in Philadelphia in 2003, when Kevin Millwood threw his no-hitter against God’s team, the San Francisco Giants. I was there with my friend, Geoff Flynn, 30 years ago this month after driving 830 miles from San Diego to Ciudad Constitucion, Mexico, to see the solar eclipse. And 10 years ago this fall in Las Vegas, Tina and I got married.
For horseplayers, hitting a Pick 6 is a once-in-a-lifetime happening. All right, someone reading this will say, “I hit the Pick 6 all the time.” Some might even think they are getting away with telling the truth. For the rest of us mere, honest mortals, we are lucky to get a whiff of it.