The longest major streak on the PGA Tour is in serious jeopardy.
Vijay Singh came into last weekend's HP Byron Nelson Championship ranked 51 on the Official World Golf Rankings. But lacking any other form of exemption, Singh needed to get into the top 50 to get a free pass into the U.S. Open next month at Pebble Beach.
Singh shot a 73 and a 75 and missed the cut. That, friends, won't get it done. Singh now sits at No. 59, and he'll need to make it through a 36-hole sectional qualifier to get to Pebble Beach without a ticket. (For comparison's sake, Jason Day, the weekend's winner, jumped from No. 140 to No. 79. He'll still need to qualify, though.)
Singh has played in every major since the 1994 U.S. Open, a streak that now stands at 63. So why hasn't this become a bigger story? This is a Hall of Fame golfer who's quite possibly staring at the beginning of the end of his career. So where's the attention, the encouragement, the go-get-'em Vijays?
I have a theory. I think Singh falls into that Eddie Murray/Jim Rice category of athlete, undeniably talented but such a jerk so many times that people have given up rooting for him. He plays the game looking like he's on his way to a six-hour timeshare presentation. No, golfers don't need to be glad-handing their way up the fairway, but Singh is so condescending and dismissive of fans that he makes Tiger Woods look as jolly as old St. Nick.
Look, if Singh wants to play the game looking like he wished the fairways were empty and someone just left his check in his luxury car at the end of the tournament, fine. But the crickets accompanying his current struggles are the logical outgrowth of that.