Maybe I’ve just become spoiled. God knows I’m already jaded enough….and jaundiced and cynical and (add your choice of disgruntled, curmudgeonly epithets here). But did the “big...
Tag - Jason Day
2016 RBC Canadian Open: Day’s star turn and RBC’s renewal
This is, by my estimation, my 20th Canadian Open, either attended as a fan or a journalist. Hard to imagine, really. This year...
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Golf Like Frenchman – Time to Mix Up Your Game
Warning; the following story is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. Over the years I’ve been extremely...
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Armstrong v. Armstrong – One Small Step, One Giant Turd
We lost a truly great one this week folks. And we also revealed a bad one. When I was a boy, my hero was Neil Armstrong. In...
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A Visit From Auntie Climax
Somewhere in the cosmos, the ghost of Seve Ballesteros could be heard to laugh out loud and clap appreciatively...as he choked down on a 3-iron and stung an impossible recovery shot out of...
And The Bleak Shall Inhibit Their Girth…
For me, one of the things that makes the TV coverage of the Tour Championship so vastly entertaining isn’t the enormous 10 million dollar payday on the line. Oh sure, the huge prize makes...
On Turning Cogs and Darwinian Golf
You’ve probably done this at least once in your life, but just for a few seconds humour me here; close your eyes and picture yourself as a PGA Tour golfer. Before you immerse yourself too...
On Baked Beans…and Half-Baked Picks
Is it just me, or do you also get the feeling that this is one of the worst weeks in the careers of Wolf Blitzer and Anderson Cooper? After all, Hurricane Irene must have been a tremendous...
The Calm Between the Storms
Hunter Mahan made a brief charge on the weekend…and we actually got to see him play. Luke Donald and Lee Westwood were crafting challenges for the lead…and were treated to...
Golf Coverage a la Jersey Shore
When Doctor Christiaan Barnard performed the world’s first heart transplant in 1967, oddly enough the anaesthesiologist in the OR wasn’t swarmed by reporters looking for...
Major to Major
Maybe there’s something fundamentally wrong with me? (Of course, if you’ve ever read this column before, you already knew that). Maybe I should have a much more cold-blooded...
On Three-peats, Claret Jugs and Wee Beasties!
Up until Sunday night, I’d never given this any thought before, but, you’d think that a fist pump, is a fist pump, is a fist pump, wouldn’t you? I mean, no matter who delivers it, you would...