Naughty Jester

I’ve got this pet theory: every human being on the planet has one unique skill that they can do better than anyone else. Some of us know it from birth. Others of us – with a bit of patience and perseverance – take longer to unlock our special talent. Thank God I’ve discovered mine.

I am to car dancing, what Tiger Woods is to golf. I can rock a car like he can launch a drive. I can groove to a tune like he can zone in on a putt. Alas, whereas he has parlayed his genius at the game into a cool billion dollars playing in front of millions, I have plied my trade in relative anonymity for nothing.

Yet we are much alike, he and I. We are both private people who affect an image of domestic bliss. Like the Woods, I too have two saplings. However, I have learned, through hard experience, that reality is often more nuanced than the surface portends.

When the five iron hits the two back Escalade windows, it’s time to tell the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me Tiger.

So in absence of an explanation from his Tigerness, why do you think he played pinball with the fire hydrant and tree in this front yard?

What is your unique skill?