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Daly Having A Big Year
John Daly is having a big year. He won one tournament, and has had five top ten finishes. He currently is #1 on the Tour's All-Around ranking. Here's an article from the PGA Tour.
August 5, 2004 |
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More Illegal Equipment Accusations
The illegal equipment controversy rears its ugly head again. This time, it's Gary Player who's casting suspicions.
August 4, 2004 |
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Links Courses Expose World Rankings
In this article in the British newspaper, The Telegraph, Mark Reason wonders why so many of the world's top ranked players have fared so poorly in competition on links courses. Interesting stuff.
August 1, 2004 |
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Statistical Analysis of the Grand Slam
There won't be a Grand Slam in golf this year. And from the looks of this study, there isn't likely to be one in the future. John Bradford applies sophisticated statistics in a look at the Majors. Even if you don't understand the math, there is plenty here to chew on.
July 31, 2004 |
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Revenge
I did a bad thing last week.
I was on vacation and was playing on a crowded public course. Golfers were stacked up at every tee box, but everyone seemed to be taking it rather well.
Except the foursome behind us. Hole after hole, that group of neanderthals kept hitting into us, even though they clearly could see that we were standing in the middle of the fairway and waiting for the foursome ahead to finish. Glares and angry gestures made no impresion on their primitive brains.
Finally, on a dogleg par four, I had enough. We were just around the corner, out of site of the tee, when, predictably, a ball came bounding around the corner.
I had an evil thought. I picked the ball up, dashed to the green, and put it in the cup. We finished the hole in a hurry and went to the next tee.
From the next tee, I could see the barbarians driving around the fairway looking for the ball. They, of course, ignored the five minute rule, and as we walked on down the next fairway we could see them still searching.
They never caught up to us again.
I'm just sorry I wasn't there to laugh myself silly when they found the ball and began celebrating the "hole in one."
So, somewhere out there, there's a caveman who thinks he got a hole-in-one on a dogleg par four.
He didn't. But I hope he had to buy a lot of drinks.
July 28, 2004 |
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Curse of the Dead Horse
My golf game is cursed.
The most recent manifestation occurred this last week, when I went to the par 4 18th with an 81 on my scorecard. Par would be terrific; bogey still good; even a triple would finish a very satisfying round.
I topped the tee shot and went on to score a ten.
I trace the origins of the curse back to my first round of golf.
I had told a friend of mine that I was interested in playing the game, and he insisted on taking me out to a course near his boyhood home -- the course on which he had learned to play the game. Its an old, but very nice course in rural Michigan. Nine holes: eight par fours and a par three.
When we got to the clubhouse, Frank, the owner/operator took our money and then said: "Watch out for the dead horse on the first tee."
Not knowing all the ins and outs of golf lingo, I just assumed that a "dead horse" was some sort of golfing term.
Until I walked down the hill to the tee. And there, sprawled out between the markers was a dead horse.
The poor beast had apparently wandered from its corral out onto the nearby road where it had been struck by a Dodge Pickup (a piece of the grille was embedded in its side). The force of the impact had split the horse wide open, but it somehow had managed to stagger thirty yards or so to the tee, dragging its entrails behind it.
There wasn't anything to do but tee up between parts of the dead horse.
I topped the ball. And shot a 60 on the first nine.
Even worse: when we swung around for our second nine, the critter was still there. But by now, the corpse had started to ripen in the sun. The smell was horrible.
We teed up on the dead horse again. And I topped the ball again. And shot a 70 on the second nine.
Since then, my game has vastly improved. I'm a 17 handicap and can get on streaks where I play very good golf, indeed. But always, lurking in the background, is Curse Of The Dead Horse. Just when I think things are going my way, I top a shot and my game falls apart.
I've started to consider getting an exorcist. The Curse may be the only thing between me and breaking 80.
July 21, 2004 |
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Poulter Channels Austin Powers
Ok. So he didn't win. But Ian Poulter's Austin Powers pants make for the best picture from the Open Championship.
July 19, 2004 |
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My golf game is cursed.
The most recent manifestation occurred this last week, when I went to the par 4 18th with an 81 on my scorecard. Par would be terrific; bogey still good; even a triple would finish a very satisfying round.
I topped the tee shot and went on to score a ten.
I trace the origins of the curse back to my first round of golf.
I had told a friend of mine that I was interested in playing the game, and he insisted on taking me out to a course near his boyhood home -- the course on which he had learned to play the game. Its an old, but very nice course in rural Michigan. Nine holes: eight par fours and a par three.
When we got to the clubhouse, Frank, the owner/operator took our money and then said: "Watch out for the dead horse on the first tee."
Not knowing all the ins and outs of golf lingo, I just assumed that a "dead horse" was some sort of golfing term.
Until I walked down the hill to the tee. And there, sprawled out between the markers was a dead horse.
The poor beast had apparently wandered from its corral out onto the nearby road where it had been struck by a Dodge Pickup (a piece of the grille was embedded in its side). The force of the impact had split the horse wide open, but it somehow had managed to stagger thirty yards or so to the tee, dragging its entrails behind it.
There wasn't anything to do but tee up between parts of the dead horse.
I topped the ball. And shot a 60 on the first nine.
Even worse: when we swung around for our second nine, the critter was still there. But by now, the corpse had started to ripen in the sun. The smell was horrible.
We teed up on the dead horse again. And I topped the ball again. And shot a 70 on the second nine.
Since then, my game has vastly improved. I'm a 17 handicap and can get on streaks where I play very good golf, indeed. But always, lurking in the background, is Curse Of The Dead Horse. Just when I think things are going my way, I top a shot and my game falls apart.
I've started to consider getting an exorcist. The Curse may be the only thing between me and breaking 80.
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Ok. So he didn't win. But Ian Poulter's Austin Powers pants make for the best picture from the Open Championship.
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