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It was a return to old. When Tiger played well, he won. When he was off, he came second.
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Oh, someone won a golf tournament? Guess I missed that. All I heard on ESPN, local sports segments, national news broadcasts, Sunday paper sports page headlines, etc. was .......... Well, I guess someone who used to win a few golf tournaments is playing again and has the full attention of the sports world.What I did not miss during Tiger’s sabitical...every golf headline telling you where Tiger finished rather than reporting who won.
The "true" golf addict has been able to enjoy a large number of exciting finishes to Tour events. I would much rather see these tournaments go to the 72nd hole... or into sudden death... than see one player run away with tournament after tournament. Viewership is up when Woods is in the field. Much of that, today, is due to the sports news industry hoping for a return to the days when Woods was always in contention and people were tuning in.Very few people care about the lackluster PGA Tour, absent TW...
I agree with you 100% (being an old fart myself). The guy yelling "dilly dilly" every time someone hit really bugged me.This is an excellent summary! As an older player who started playing in the 60s as a kid, I loved the Jack days as Arnie began to age out a little. Of course the tour had it’s issues then, too. But as a senior who can’t relate to swing coaches, sports psychologists, fitness trailers and fitted clubs (I am a high single digit player using 2015 Callys and an old Ben Hogan grind wedge and enjoy a drink and sometimes a smoke on the course), today’s tour is dull. A new unknown seems to win every week, and all this Baba Booey yelling is very off putting. Yeah, I know - dying breed and all that...but the game I love so much needs new players - not the twice a year kind, but the “me” kind - the every weekend and sneak away from work once a week and go out after work when DST comes kind...I have had a love affair with our game for over 50 years...I always have a tee in my pocket...I never practice- I just can’t wait to tee it up with the fellas (or sometimes if everyone is busy show up as a single and play with new guys)...every round brings something new - every round is joyous, even the 85 in the rain last weekend here in SoCal...so this Valspar thing with TW chaging and scowling and fist pumping and stalking was so great!!! I want him in the hunt ever week...
I play with 3 old hacks who feel as I do about our game - one is stratch, one is an 18, and the third is about like me...we are muni players and believe our LA City muni tracks like Wilson and Hansen and Harding and even 6 hour Rancho Park are old friends to be treasured and loved...
I hope it’s not just us that feel this way...
We were on the 16th green on Friday about 3pm and there was a drunken idiot next to us lying on the ground just under the ropes. We were about 35 feet off the greenside bunkers. This idiot kept yelling "GET IN THE HOLE" at the top of his lungs. He was so loud, the caddies looked over our way every time. In between putts he would yell Go SERGIO, or KUUUUUUUCH, or SNEDS as loud as he could - we're literally only 10 or 15 yards off the green. Finally Sergio's caddy asks a volunteer to take care of it and by the time he came over, the idiot decides it's time to leave. Good grief.I agree with you 100% (being an old fart myself). The guy yelling "dilly dilly" every time someone hit really bugged me.
Tell the truth. He was you wasn't he?We were on the 16th green on Friday about 3pm and there was a drunken idiot next to us lying on the ground just under the ropes. We were about 35 feet off the greenside bunkers. This idiot kept yelling "GET IN THE HOLE" at the top of his lungs. He was so loud, the caddies looked over our way every time. In between putts he would yell Go SERGIO, or KUUUUUUUCH, or SNEDS as loud as he could - we're literally only 10 or 15 yards off the green. Finally Sergio's caddy asks a volunteer to take care of it and by the time he came over, the idiot decides it's time to leave. Good grief.