So much winning

 The NCAA Tournament's play-in round begins tonight over in Dayton, and, beyond the international date line in Japan, the Cubs and Dodgers kinda-sorta opened the baseball season. This confirms that winter (maybe) is finally loosening its icy grip, or some similarly treadless cliche.

Another sign: Golf news!

No, not Rory McIlroy smoking J.J. Spaun in a playoff to win the Players Championship at TPC in Florida. That was small beer compared to the other big golf news.

Which was our Great and Powerful Oz, President Donald John "Legbreaker" Trump, announcing he had won yet another club championship at another of his own golf clubs.

This is an astonishing feat, because Donald John is almost 79 years old and says this club championship was his last, on account of he's sorta retiring from the fiercely competitive world of Trump club golf. It's also not astonishing, because -- as Donald John and various golfing partners who don't wish to be deported will tell you -- he's an amazingly gifted golfer.

I mean, just look at all the championships he's won at golf clubs he owns. How many championships? I don't know exactly, but, trust me, it's a lot.

And, please, don't even start with that whole "Of course he won, it's his club and who's gonna really try to beat him?" nonsense. He also doesn't cheat, no matter what Rick Reilly wrote in that nasty book chronicling all the times Donald John has cheated on the golf course.

(The book is titled "Commander in Cheat: How Golf Explains Trump." It's available on Amazon for $19.87 hardcover or $11.36 paperback)

Anyway, that's all fake news. Donald John won all those championships -- he says it's 18, so we'll go with that -- totally legit. This is not like Vladimir Putin playing hockey and scoring eight goals in a game because the opposing goalie didn't want to accidentally fall out of a high-rise window. It's also not like the Emperor Nero, who once changed the year of the Greek Olympic Games so he could enter as a competitor and win a bunch of events.

This is the same Nero, mind you, who also competed in a chariot race with six more horses than everyone else was allowed. Not being the Mario Andretti of chariot racers, he crashed. He was also declared the winner.

Donald John is not Nero. Donald John is bonafide, as Holly Hunter liked to say in "O Brother Where Art Thou?" He's also not insane like Nero was -- or at least not that insane. 

(Though I suppose there's still time)

Any-hoo, let us in the meantime celebrate his sheer golfing awesomeness. So much winning, as he likes to say. Let us also contemplate a day when  -- like he kinda-sorta did at Daytona this year -- he'll tell Doug Boles and Roger Penske he wants to drive the pace car for the Indianapolis 500.

The Speedway actually considered letting him do it back in 2012. The backlash was so immediate and severe they couldn't drop the idea fast enough.

Of course, Donald John was not our Great and Powerful Oz then. He was just a bumbling real estate mogul and cheesy B-list reality star.

He also wasn't nearly as accomplished a golfer as he suddenly became around, oh, 2016 or so. Some guys are just late bloomers, I guess.