We lost a couple of serious sportspeople this week, a pair who share a quirky distinction: Stirling Moss - the greatest driver ever to have never won a world championship, and Doug Sanders - one of the finest golfers never to have won a major.
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Sanders, despite having won 20 tournaments on the PGA tour, is probably better known for his near misses, being runner up in four grand slam events.
His most notorious near miss occurred in the 1970 British Open played at St Andrews when Sanders, leading Jack Nicklaus by a shot, had a straight-forward two foot putt on the 18th to take the title.
Dressed, true to form, head to foot in mauve, he made an ugly jab at it and missed the hole entirely. Nicklaus beat him in the ensuing play-off the next day.
When asked, in later years, whether the missed putt bothered him Sanders quipped that occasionally, every now and then, he manages to go four or five minutes without thinking about it.
My favourite Stirling Moss story has Moss noticing one morning that his not-quite-factory Mini was missing its rear left hubcap.
Moss recalled that driving home the evening before he'd had to use quite a bit of his considerable skill to lose a tenacious police car.
Moss had very nearly come to grief on a particularly tight corner on a country road and he figured it would be the most likely location of the missing hubcap.
He set out to retrieve it. He found the corner, the hubcap, and a police car on its roof in the paddock.
We should also note the passing of former Dragons five-eighth Tony Branson, a great player whose exit among all this hoo-ha didn't really receive the attention he deserved.
I remember playing with Branson for NSW against Queensland in 1971 at Lang Park. Having beaten the Maroons we had to get a police escort from the field - the mad bastards in the crowd were throwing full cans of beer at us.
Branson played five-eighth that day with Bob Fulton at centre, and it's worth remembering that Branson selected above Fulton for the 1967-68 Kangaroo tour. That's how good he was.
My prediction on the rise of darts during lock-down seems to be playing out with old rivals Phil 'the Power' Taylor and Dutchman Raymond Van Barneveld competing from their respective living rooms in a stay-at-home match.
Barneveld won but Taylor remains a towering figure in the world of spears.
Taylor was mentored by the first 'superstar of darts,' Eric Bristow, which I mention purely to repeat this beautiful bit of darts commentary from the '80s.
After another Bristow victory, the legendary Sid Waddell, 'the Voice of Darts,' was moved to remark: "When Alexander the Great was 33 he cried salt tears because there were no more worlds to conquer... Bristow is only 27."