Ask any pro golfer and they’ll tell you same the thing: That it’s a memorable feeling, the first time you cash your first check as a professional golfer. It’s not usually for very much, like in the case of Jack Nicklaus and his whopping $33.33 prize A post shared by Jack Nicklaus (@jacknicklaus) on Jan 8, 2014 at 5:32pm PST Dustin Johnson’s first check wasn’t quite that small, but it set him on his way to the more than $47.5 million (and counting) in career earnings he boasts today. And ahead of this week’s season-ending Tour Championship, the winner of which will likely take home the FedEx Cup and its $10 million prize, DJ looks back to his first big payday. Via Golf Digest: “I didn’t have any
Standing over a 5-foot putt to extend her team’s run in the member-guest tournament at Scottsdale National Golf Club, Jolene Gabbay can’t hear a pin drop. At least not when a car horn sounds as she prepares to pull the putter head back. That distraction is followed in quick succession by a loudly crowing rooster, the pounding of a jack hammer, a thumping helicopter and even Gunnery Sergeant Hartman from the movie ‘Full Metal Jacket’ yelling, “Get on your knees, scumbag!” The sound effects come one after another from three massive speakers atop a beefed-up entertainment cart parked two paces off the green. Queuing up the auditory barbs are two deejays from Hawaii flown in just for the event, while
Jay Monahan settled into his chair with an easy smile and slight hunch, giving the commissioner’s annual State of the PGA Tour news conference a fantasy football draft feel. Of the litany of things that have changed the last year since Monahan took over for Tim Finchem, however, friendly body language doesn’t begin to accurately portray the differences between the old and new bosses. As metaphorical extremes go, maybe the easiest way to judge the gulf between current and former regimes was Monahan’s socks, a flowery pattern that fit playfully with the predictable loafers and blue blazer, which firmly announced there is new management now calling the shots in Ponte Vedra Beach, Fla. As best anyone can tell, he didn’t own flowers, just a stoic, B-to-B pragmatist who, in fairness, oversaw unprecedented growth during his tenure as commissioner.