Playing For Pink

Yesterday I watched a bit of the last round of the Professional Golf Association’s so-called “Fifth Major”, The Players Championship. A bunch of the players and their caddies were sporting pink shirts and/or golf caps, having declared it Breast Cancer Awareness Day in recognition of Mothers Day. (I didn’t spot anyone playing pink golf balls, but I could name a couple of players who perhaps should’ve been.) Nice gesture, I suppose, but it irked me just a bit when it came during “our” awareness month. But I guess mothers don’t get melanoma, do they. And, oh, I forgot, ovarian, uterine and cervical cancers have been cured haven’t they.


I’m reminded yet again that only by the grassroots efforts I see everyday from my fellow melanoma warriors will we ever overcome the ignorance and indifference surrounding The Hotel Melanoma. With gratitude and admiration for all of you, here’s a new version of one of my favorites, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers’ “Yer So Bad”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdRViFCvvUo


This boomer got lucky, everything’s ducky
Pale skin like day of my birth
Now I’m a blogger, brain is a fogger
I can't decide which is worse


I caught thee Black C, I've got docs to save me
Oh yer so bad, worst thing I ever had
In a mole gone mad, yer so bad


Our cancer gets shunnin’, can't get no lovin'
Golf a round tan-faced and burned
Our C got nothin', bread is not comin’
They can't decide we have worth


I caught thee Black C, I've got meds to save me
Oh yer so bad, worst thing I ever had
In a mole gone mad, yer so bad

I caught thee Black C, I've got meds to save me
Oh yer so bad, worst thing I ever had
In a mole gone mad, yer so bad

Oh yer so bad, worst thing I ever had
In a mole gone mad, yer so bad