- Brian Murphy at Yahoo Sports1 mth ago
Well, American golf fans, there's a bright side. At least we got to see what Phil Mickelson looks like in fire engine red slacks.
I'm sure Europe enjoyed beating those very same pants off Team USA in yet another Ryder Cup thrashing.
Said Team Europe to the downcast Americans, as they crossed the pond west after yet another defeat:
We just litigated your butts back home.
Yes, things seemed so bright and cheery and hopeful back when Lefty made his – admittedly, pretty funny – crack about how Team USA "doesn't litigate against each other, which is a big plus." His reference to the Rory McIlroy/Graeme McDowell sports agency lawsuit was amusing at the time; not so funny when Rors and GMac were giving each other shoulder noogies and the super-secret Northern Irish victory handshake after posting the first two Sunday singles wins, setting off the blue avalanche at Gleneagles in Scotland.
- Brian Murphy at Yahoo Sports1 mth ago
The Ryder Cup is set for the end of the month in Scotland, and a Team USA that is already a two-touchdown underdog to Team Rory – errr, Team Europe – might as well take a flyer on the hero of Labor Day, one Chris Kirk.
USA captain Tom Watson makes his final three captain's picks Tuesday night in New York, and some of his top choices include:
a) Tiger Woods, the greatest player of his generation and … NEWS ALERT: Tiger announced his withdrawal from Ryder Cup consideration last month. b) Jason Dufner, a major champion and … NEWS ALERT: Dufner withdrew from last month's PGA Championship with back/neck injuries, and is unlikely to play. c) Dustin Johnson, a multiple-winner and dynamic athlete who … NEWS ALERT: Johnson announced he is on a leave of absence to take care of "personal challenges."
So, Cap'n Tom: You could do worse than Chris Kirk.
Kirk is the 29-year-old Georgia native who played his college golf at Georgia and had a couple of Tour wins in events you probably didn't pay much attention to. He made his name Monday on national TV on a national holiday by doing something nobody else dared do, and that is beat the stuffing out of Rory McIlroy.
- Brian Murphy at Yahoo Sports2 mths ago
But maybe Hunter Mahan's emotionless non-reaction to a surprise visit from his wife, Kandi, and baby daughter, Zoe, on the 18th green Sunday in the FedExCup playoff opener at Ridgewood (N.J.) Country Club showed how all-consumingly hard it is to win in golf, and how little energy is left to spend on Hallmark emotions. Or how stunned Mahan was from barely saving bogey as victory went from certain to wobbly. Or maybe how much Mahan has hated it in the past when another player's kid traipsed across the green when there was still a group left on the course?
Or, maybe just Mahan owes Kandi a big ole spa day with his winner's check after she made the effort to fly up from Texas with toddler Zo, to surprise him, and didn't get much in the way of big, wet, celebratory, slobbery kisses. Instead, Mahan sort of rushed his family off the green and raced ahead of his wife with a speed-walk to the scorer's trailer. Even the CBS camera had as hard a time catching up with Mahan as Kandi.
The Tim Clark story is a good one. Good player, past Players Champion, elbow injury and surgery threatens his career until one weekend in 2014 in the province of Quebec, he goes 64-65, 30 on his inward nine on the Sunday, with eight consecutive one-putts and wins the Royal Canadian Open by one stroke for his first PGA Tour win in four years. Nice tale, that.
Except, he's not the story.
The sad case of Jim Furyk is the story.
Never has a guy who is ranked fourth on the money list with a cool $4.1 million by July's end invoked so much sympathy. Furyk has made a lot of dough because he keeps playing deep into Sundays. But Furyk keeps playing deep into Sundays, and falling tragically short, time and time again.
He blew a three-shot lead on Sunday at the Canadian Open, and he blew it by stalling out with a string of pars en route to an ordinary 69 while Clark blew by him in the fast lane, briefly tooting his horn and thanking Furyk for letting him play through. This development is part of a pattern.
The 143rd Open Championship was packed with good vibes.
Rory McIlroy played the role of superstar, driving the golf ball in otherworldly fashion, launching himself into golf's pantheon with his third major before he turned 26. Rickie Fowler continued to mature right before our early rising (at least on the West Coast) eyes, securing a second consecutive runner-up to go with his U.S. Open silver medal and his top-five Masters finish, brimming with potential glory, also just 25.
And then there was Sergio.
Somehow, despite yet another major come and gone without the 34-year-old Spaniard seizing the moment, despite yet another chance to claim the major championship we've been waiting for since the 20th century, even Sergio Garcia came out of Royal Liverpool pleased with himself, and with rose petals tossed his way.
"I did almost everything I could," Sergio opined, adding: "Everybody wants to make second a negative. Not at all."
Say what? A Sergio stall at a major, and nobody talks negative?
We're in luck if men's British Open can match greatness of Melissa Mo Martin's stunning Open-clinching shot
OK, 143rd Open Championship. You've got your work cut out for you.
Starting Thursday at Royal Liverpool, or Hoylake if you prefer, the best men's players in the world will vie for the Claret Jug, one of the sweetest pieces of hardware in sports. I say that mostly because you can drink booze from it. In that respect, only the Stanley Cup rivals the Claret Jug. Like, for example, I didn't see Bastian Schweinsteiger or Manuel Neuer pouring German lager out of the World Cup trophy on Sunday down in Brazil. They can't.
Anyway, your Phil Mickelsons and your Adam Scotts and your red-hot Justin Roses – they have a lot to answer to. They have to try to match the Women's British Open, which produced one of the greatest clutch shots in the history of majors, men's game or women's game.
Step right up, Melissa (Mo) Martin, a 31-year-old Southern Californian, a national champion at UCLA and a journeyman LPGA member who had never won on the LPGA Tour, had never led after any rounds of her LPGA career, and certainly had never sniffed a major championship before.
Beware, Holland. El Pato is loose.
You'd think a 64-64 weekend at the Greenbrier by 44-year-old Argentine Angel Cabrera en route to nailing down his first PGA Tour win since the 2009 Masters has little to do with the mighty "Albiceleste," the Argentinian national soccer team facing the Netherlands in a World Cup semifinal on Wednesday. But you'd be wrong.
That's the power of Angel (El Pato) Cabrera. He exudes so much likability and so much talent – when he's up for it, mind you – that his monster weekend in West Virginia surely will ripple down to Brazil to the boys in blue-and-white.
Be honest. Who would you rather see ply his athletic craft? The dashing, darting, miraculous artist known as Lionel Messi, the four-time World Footballer of the Year? Or a slightly overweight smoker who walks around a golf course like a duck?
Yes. I'm with you. Give me El Pato any day.
The tales of Cabrera's exploits at Sam Snead's old hangout will inspire Messi. Cabrera is such a money player that in 218 PGA Tour starts, he bothers to give the world glimpses of his talent only when it matters most. For example:
Behold the career of one Justin Peter Rose, 33 years old and carving his place in the golf world quite nicely, thank you.
With his almost-blew-it-but-didn't playoff win over Shawn Stefani in the Quicken Loans National at crispy Congressional on Sunday, Rose showed us many things. Among them:
• How to win on the PGA Tour for the fifth consecutive year, a streak topped only by Phil Mickelson (10 years) and Dustin Johnson (seven years). It should be noted that Mickelson's streak, as we barrel into July, has yet to be extended in 2014.
• How to back up and prove a major championship, as Rose joins Adam Scott by winning the year after his first major, avoiding one of those lost-in-the-wilderness post-major things, a combination of hangover and existential doubt that has plagued many a first-time major winner.
It's hard to conceive of a neater story in golf this year than Michelle Wie, on a summer evening in the sand hills of North Carolina, holding a United States Women's Open trophy. What an enriching sight. A bright, personable, 24-year-old Hawaiian won her country's national championship; and what an unforgettable, sometimes hellish journey to get there, too.
Wie's story has it all. Triumphant arrival. Accolades, even awe. Then, turbulence. Skepticism. Failure. Missteps, rules violations. A career seemingly gone awry. Pressure and public opinion, crushingly negative.
And this is all before she graduated high school.
Then, the craziest thing happened in this keep-it-to-140-characters-or-I'm-bored world. Michelle Wie slowed her journey down. She breathed. She didn't collapse. She lived. Thrived, even.
She went to Stanford. Made new friends. She painted. Opened her mind. Ignored the haters. She kept playing golf, but without the urgency of an early career perhaps over-burdened by parents who meant well, but stumbled. She grew into a lovely young woman.
Oh, and she still had a golf swing to die for.
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The greatest player of his generation – and perhaps the greatest player of all time – sat out these last two major championships and watched Bubba Watson and now Martin Kaymer do what he used to do.
This must be killing Tiger Woods.
It's killing most of us golf fans, too, so scoot over on that couch, Tiger.
Martin Kaymer is a golfer's golfer. He's got a gorgeous, airtight golf swing. He's humble and gracious. He is piling up career milestones, adding a U.S. Open win by eight strokes at Pinehurst No. 2 to go along with his 2010 PGA Championship, his 2014 Players Championship and his holding of the world No. 1 ranking back in 2011. He probably doesn't have an enemy in the golf world. Bravo to the 29-year-old German. He's a classy player.
But it says something about Kaymer's ability to hold the public's imagination when both of his major championship wins were marked more by someone else's story.