I WALK BY THE Krispy Kreme doughnuts. They’re at my local Food Lion on a display in the center of the dairy aisle. I see them, I want them, I pass them. Back in my corporate days, we used to call them fat pills. I can’t eat doughnuts now, not if I want to maintain my figure and cholesterol. (I had a glazed Krispy Kreme doughnut last Saturday.)
Today Phil Mickelson mentioned his post-Masters Krispy Kreme doughnut run. Apparently he did it for the kids, being the doting family man and all. I would do the same thing. Because I also love my kids.
“The three-time Masters champion says he doesn’t eat a lot of carbohydrates or sugars during the tournament,” reported the AP, “which was only a problem because his kids wanted doughnuts. So he made a deal that he would take them to Krispy Kreme on Monday after the Masters.”
And about that green sport coat he was wearing in the drive-thru?
“It was a little chilly, so I threw on a jacket,” Phil said.
−The Armchair Golfer
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