Feb. 14 -- First off, GMT would like to extend a hearty bon voyage to Latrell Sprewell's luxury watercraft. The four-time NBA all-star -- whose off-court exploits include trying to choke his coach during practice and rejecting a mere $21 million contract extension because "I have my family to feed" -- recently had his yacht auctioned off and home put up for foreclosure to pay off seven-figure debts. (Apparently, his lenders have families to feed, too.)

Before you get choked up at Sprewell's plight, let me point you to a couple of web sites where you can help in this time of need: www.willpickandrollforfood.com and isthatcontractofferstillonthetable.pretty.please. Sprewell's making ends meet by selling off personal memorabilia on eBay, the highlight of which is a "Buy It Now" set of clipped fingernails encrusted with P.J. Carlesimo's DNA. Sprewell's definitely up a creek without a boat. As for his reputation, that ship sailed long ago.

He should've remembered the sage wisdom of the great philosopher, Judge Elihu Smails, who, upon the occasion of the christening of his new sloop, The Flying Wasp, so eloquently waxed:

It's easy to grin
When your ship comes in
And you've got the stock market beat

But the man worthwhile
Is the man who can smile
When his shorts are too tight in the seat

Sprewell's shorts must be late '70s-tight right now, and something tells me he's not smiling.

Meanwhile, life imitated the very art from whence Judge Smails' quote came when a Cinderella story won the European Tour's Indian Masters. You couldn't make this up. That would violate U.S. copyright laws because Harold Ramis and Brian Doyle-Murray made it up 30 years ago and called it "Caddyshack." Sunday's redux in Delhi included:

• A former greenskeeper
• Night putting
• A caddy coming through in the clutch
• Doody in the pool

Okay, the last one didn't happen -- at least to my knowledge -- but the first three most certainly did. S.S.P. Chowrasia, which sounds like a rival craft to The Flying Wasp in the Bushwood Regatta, is in fact a golfer from Calcutta, who won the Indian Masters on his native soil.

Chowrasia grew up at Calcutta Golf Club where his father was head greenskeeper. S.S.P., who much to the delight of golf journalists prefers to be called by his initials instead of his trio of given names Shiv Shankar Prasad, learned the game as a caddy and by sneaking out to practice after dark. Unlike Ty Webb's old roomie Mitch Cumstein, whose night putting got him expelled, Chowrasia's nocturnal activities actually paid off Sunday as he rallied from two down with a final round 67 to become the European Tour's third player from India to achieve what in the Hindi language is known as "vijay."

The golfer known as "victory" wasn't so fortunate. Fourteen time zones behind, Delhi was already serving breakfast when Vijay Singh blew a four-shot lead on the back nine at Pebble Beach and lost to Steve Lowery, who won for the first time since 2000 and ran his career playoff record to 3-0 with a birdie on the first extra hole.

Lowery, who is two-and-a-half years and roughly 50 pounds Singh's senior but 28 wins his junior, contributed to the Tour's early-season string of overtime upsets that's seen Daniel Chopra beat then-fifth ranked Steve Stricker and J.B. Holmes K.O. Phil Mickelson.

The tale of the tape Sunday was heavily weighted toward Singh, already a member of both the World Golf and Workaholics Anonymous Halls of Fame. When he's not moving earth on sundry practice tees, he's pumping iron in the fitness trailer. If only he could make the numbers crunch like his abs. From the second half of 2003 through the summer of 2005, Singh had 15 wins in 56 events, including nine in 2004 when he was Player of the Year and No. 1 on the money list. But since then, he's won just three of his last 67 tournaments, the most recent of which was at Bay Hill last March. Vijay's beginning to more closely resemble a "Vinay" -- the Hindi word for "leading asunder," of which his 136th ranked putter is patently guilty.

Lowery, on the other hand, looks like most mid-40s American men: less like the gym rat Singh and more like a guy who might suck in and try the line Chris Farley's titular character in "Tommy Boy" used on the bikini girl by the pool, "Do you know where the weight room is? I'll check it out."

Lowery sucked it up Sunday, beginning with a brilliant 31 on the outward nine (punctuated by a perfectly-struck fairway bunker shot that led to the day's first birdie at the 9th) and ending with a textbook birdie 4 in the playoff.

Ranked 305th in the world and coming off an injury-plagued 2007, Lowery was just hoping he could use the PGA Tour as a wait room for the next three years until he turned 50. Now, he's a million bucks richer with a ticket punched to the Masters and an exemption that'll end when his Champions Tour eligibility begins.

What a week for University of Alabama alumni. One lost his yacht while another's ship came rolling in on a Crimson Tide.

There's so much more to say about this wild weekend, but I've turned down PGA.com's offer to extend this column because it's dinner time and I need to go. I have my family to feed.

Grant Boone is a husband, father, golf broadcaster, and sports journalist based in Abilene, Texas. An archive of his columns can be found here. He can be contacted at pgagrant@hotmail.com.

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