Max was standing in the office with a putter, hitting—and mostly missing—golf balls into a World"s Best Boss mug. Each time he missed, Jeremiah would look up from the Mack Bolan book he was reading and smirk.
“You golf, Jerry?” asked Max.
“Nah, Boss. Niggas don"t golf.”
“How you figure? Look at Tiger Woods.”
“What about him?”
“He"s black and he plays golf.”
“Black people ain"t all the same. Tiger Woods playin" golf is like Eminem rappin" or Larry Bird hoopin". It happens, but it don"t happen all that much. Besides, Tiger Woods ain"t black.”
Max looked at him, confused. “What"s that mean?”
“Tiger Woods is about as black as you, Max.”
“I don"t get it.”
“Don"t worry about it.”
“I had no idea,” said Max, putting and missing again. “I always thought Tiger was black. But I dunno. I do
