Several commenters have pointed out that the President’s numerous references to the son he never had suggests he regrets that the First Lady didn’t bear him a son. I suspect that’s true, and that Obama would be a pretty good father to his imaginary son. I’m sure he’s a dutiful father to his daughters, but, beyond family history, he’s never been all that interested in the kinds of things that most interest teenage girls.

I further suspect, however, that the imaginary son Obama has in mind isn’t the beltless Thug Life victim of the White Male Power Structure’s Bloodlust that it’s politically profitable for the President to expound upon.

Trayvon Obama is thus the President’s imaginary imaginary son. Who is the President’s actual imaginary son?

I suspect that, deep down, the President most likes to imagine he had a son who shares his passion for … golf.

Unlike, say, Eisenhower, Obama doesn’t use golf to bond with other politicians. He plays to get out of house and because he really likes golf. His favorite playing partner is his body man, overgrown kid Marvin Nicholson, a likable ski bum-type.

Obama played a little golf with his grandfather in Hawaii, but didn’t take the game up again until his later 30s and thus missed the window when it’s easier to become good at golf. But as President he has been playing devotedly and recently just missed a 15-foot putt to break 80 for the first time in his life.

It would be a pretty reasonable fantasy for Obama to assume that with his above average athletic genes and the Robinsons’ excellent athletic genes (the President’s brother-in-law Craig Robinson was Ivy League basketball player of the year), his imaginary son would be a good enough athlete to be a fine golfer.

With an early start on golf, his imaginary son would be, say, a college golf scholarship prospect and budding star on the junior golf circuit.

Obama’s actual imaginary son, 14-year-old Ralph Waldo Emerson Obama, would play 36 holes per day over summer and be on the verge of breaking 70.