MIRABEL, QUE. - Why the hell did I wear a pink shirt today?!?
Actually, let's back up and start this story from the beginning.
I spent my morning Saturday at the CN Canadian Women's Open following the group of Lorie Kane and world No. 1 Yani Tseng.
I thought the two were an interesting pairing that could make for a good story.
Somewhere on the back nine I heard a boy aged 10 or 11 whining to his father, "I wanna see Michelle Wie!"
His father, who sounded like this wasn't the first time he had heard that request today, said: "Son, we are going to wait right here and pretty soon Michelle Wie will come to this hole."
Wie teed off about three-and-a-half hours after Kane and Tseng so, actually, dad was full of crap.
A few holes later, I was surprised to hear another young fan telling his parents that he, too, wanted to see Michelle Wie.
A WIE URGE
Then again, after nearly four hours of following Kane and Tseng (nothing against Kane and Tseng) I thought: "You know what? I kinda want to see Michelle Wie too." So I glanced at my tee sheet and saw that she was paired with Paula Creamer.
Now, I was certain I wanted to go see Michelle Wie (again, nothing against Kane and Tseng ... promise).
I made my way toward the hole I thought Wie and Creamer should be on and before long all I had to do was follow the sound.
Both Wie and Creamer have plenty of fans and the gallery I saw when I arrived was the largest of the week.
And what a gallery it was!
The first woman that caught my eye was wearing a cheetah-print scarf. The next was sporting a pair of tiny shorts and a designer purse.
When I wrote "cheetah-print scarf" in my notepad I felt pretty sure that it was a phrase that had never been written by any golf reporter covering a golf tournament ... ever.
Apparently the two kids I overheard asking if they could go see Wie weren't the only ones because there were kids everywhere.
I finally got to the ropes and it was clear the fashion mavens in the gallery had nothing on today's marquee group.
Wie and Creamer definitely were prepared to play in the same group today.
They both brought their A-game. And I'm not talking about golf.
Something was glittering everywhere I looked.
Wie was decked out in giant hoop earrings that sparkled in the sun. Her Nike belt buckle was doing the same. Her watch? Bejewelled of course. Over-sized shades? You better believe it.
As the saying goes ... Look good, feel good, play good.
Creamer wasn't to be outdone, though.
Her earrings also sparkled.
Her belt? It didn't seem to glitter, but she made up for it with a fabulous ankle bracelet.
Her watch? Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle.
Over-sized shades? Duh! Of course.
Now let's get to their skirts. While others were watching the two golf -- they were tied at 11-under, or something -- I was trying to figure out whose skirt was shorter.
It appeared that Wie was showing about four inches more leg than Creamer, but before I scored this round in her favour I realized that maybe I wasn't being fair because Wie's legs are at least four inches longer than Creamer's.
Trying to do the math was crippling my brain when I noticed that I was getting a few odd glances in my direction.
I started thinking: "Why are people looking at me?" Unless they were reading my mind, there is no reason they should have been looking at me.
Then ... I glanced around and saw a number of Paula Creamer fans decked out in their hero's favourite colour.
It was everywhere.
I looked down and, sure enough, I was wearing a bright pink golf shirt.
I own only one pink shirt ... okay, maybe two.
Regardless, it was official -- I was a member of Team Creamer.
That was enough, I high-tailed it back to Kane and Tseng. I was safe there.
After Wie and Creamer finished their round, I stopped Creamer to ask her a few questions.
She looked at my shirt, smiled and said: "Thereąs never a bad day to wear pink."