Phil is tearing it up this week. I wonder if the happiest
PGA pro in the world might be Vijay Singh. Phil is playing lights out and the
talk is all about him and not about Vijay and the deer antler fairy dust conspiracy.
If you didn’t see the melt down, by now, staring Sergio García you really missed something. It was hilarious,
although he probably is embarrassed by it now, he shouldn’t be. Golf doesn’t need
to be so stuffy all the time.
Reminded me of the old time baseball
managers, if you are old enough to remember Earl Weaver, or as old as me and
remember Billy Martin, you know what I am talking about. They went crazy and it
was fun, people loved it, they cheered and they booed.
Speaking of booing and cheering, most people
watching the Phoenix Waste Management Open don’t know what to think about #16.
Cheered if you hit a good one, booed roundly if you miss the green, it’s like
going to a golf tournament in Arizona and a hockey game in the Bronx breaks
out.
Enjoy the Super Bowl and go Phil
A "gimme" can
best be defined as an agreement between two golfers, neither of whom can putt
very well. ~Anonymous
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