Tiger Woods sues Christensen Shipyards claiming unauthorized use of his name.
Tiger Woods has filed suit against Vancouver firm Christensen Shipyards concerning the purchase of the luxury yacht “Privacy”. The so-named 155-foot vessel cost Woods $20 million or so. But you’d think spending that much money and calling the darned thing “Privacy”, that you’d expect some. In fact, Tiger didn’t just expect it, he demanded it with a confidentiality agreement.
On cheating, golf’s long memory and glass houses. With a little bit of Tiger-post-honeymoon-watch thrown in, just because you can’t write a golf article without mentioning Tiger …
Go ahead, you can admit it to me. I won’t tell, I promise.
You’ve used the foot wedge, haven’t you? You’ve taken too many mulligans. Heck, I bet you’ve hit a few into the woods, teed it back up and didn’t take the stroke.
You are a cheater.
And what of it, I say? Yes, you’ve cheated. I’ve cheated. I use the foot wedge, and far too liberal winter rules, and take too many mulligans, and countless other rules infractions. Heck, I’m willing to bet that I cheat every single round.
I hurt myself and my golf game; I’ve probably deflated my handicap by a couple of strokes (and considering my handicap, that’s pretty sad) and as a result I don’t have a true gauge of my skill. I might’ve even gloated to my father-in-law over a win that I didn’t deserve because he gave me a few strokes too many.
But, I don’t play in tournaments. I don’t bet on golf. I try to enjoy the game and, if a foot wedge or two helps me enjoy the game, what of it?
Meg Mallon lacks sponsors and “Golf for Women” writer Sally Jenkins wonders why. Gee, that’s a toughy!
In the September/October issue of “Golf for Women,” Sally Jenkins ponders why Meg Mallon doesn’t have any major sponsors despite her stellar year. I’ll ask the readers one simple question: which of the following would you guess is more marketable?
Instead, Jenkins concludes that Meg simply doesn’t have “it” – that special quality that “makes companies pay a lot of money to put their names on your hat and bag so that your smile and their logos will flash across billboards and TV screens together.” I disagree that Mallon doesn’t have “it” – she does. It’s just that my “it” is “an extra fifty pounds.”
Payne Stewart died five years ago today, and the golf world mourned his death.
Five years ago today, the golf world lost a friend in Payne Stewart.
Payne has been missed. Leave a comment if you wish to express your thoughts on this anniversary.
Good players use creativity and awareness of the situation to their advantage on the course.
I was late in watching The Big Break II on the Golf Channel again this week. These baseball playoff games lasting until midnight and later are killing me and my regular viewing schedule. Anyhow, I wanted to note something about this week’s competition. My absolute favorite challenge so far in this whole series was the elimination challenge from this episode.
Tiger Woods marries Elin Nordegren in Barbados.
Ending weeks, even months, of speculation, Tiger Woods did indeed go fishing in Barbados yesterday. To entertain himself – and the gossip columnists – while he was there, he also married his fiancée (who else?), Elin Nordegren, in “a lavish but top secret $1.5m ceremony.” Click one of the following links for the tedious details.
I can now see one of two things happening. Either Tiger’s game will improve, and everyone will claim that the stability of married life has allowed him to be less distracted on the golf course, or his form will dip (or stay the same – Woods not winning at least eight tournaments a year, including three majors, will always be considered a failure in the eyes of the media), and further speculation about the supposed effect of Elin on his game will ensue.
Congratulations to both of them anyway.
Should golf clubs grant same-sex couples the same membership rights as heterosexual families?
One of the best ways to enjoy the game of golf is to join a club. Without a doubt, having regular access to a course, a driving range, a pro and regular playing partners is the best way to have the opportunities to both enjoy the game of golf and improve your play.
Golf clubs can also stir up controversy; just look at the hullabaloo that Hootie (this Hootie, not that Hootie) stirred up when he and Augusta National stood firm on their policy restricting women as members.
It is with this in mind that I bring your attention to the Bernardo Heights Country Club, and an emerging question at golf courses around the country:
What is a golfing family?
Who are we to question Tiger Woods’ word?
Tiger Woods shot -4 (68, T7) in the first round of the WGC AmEx Championship in Kilkenny, Ireland. He did so while battling a stinging pain between his shoulder blades. The pain was so great at times that Woods was visibly hurting, hunching over, and wincing in pain. Particularly on his first nine and on iron shots, one of the game’s greatest players had to bend over and “granny smithed” his ball from the hole after making putts.
There’s been some speculation that Woods was faking it or “whining.” Why, when Woods has played through pain before, would some be so quick to cry wolf when Tiger cries “owwwww?” Still others have bemoaned the “charter jet” lifestyle, saying “If Woods thinks charter jets are rough, he should try coach!” This misses the point. Woods has not whined. He’s played through pain in the past and today, played through even more to shoot, let’s not forget, a 68.
I can’t help but think that the negative reaction to his announcement that he may have to withdraw may have unnecessarily kept him in the tournament. Risking injury just to shut up a few people who really don’t deserve to be passing judgment may not be a sound move, but I’ve gained nothing but respect and admiration for a man who has shown that he can speak his mind honestly and plainly and play through pain. I, like many, hold Tiger to a high standard. I doubt he’d have it any other way. However, taking cheap shots at Tiger doesn’t make Woods look cheap. It only makes those taking the shots look cheap.
Besides, it’s not like he switched equipment companies after a record-setting year and a week before the Ryder Cup, right? 🙂
Someone has a sickly funny sense of humor, and doesn’t want to meet any golfers in dark alleys.
You’re standing on the tee box, fancy driver in your hands. You’ve been hitting the ball fairly well, and you stare down the open par five. You take a deep breath, and all the stress and worry of the round – your swing, your alignment, the three-putt on the last hole – disappear. You wind up in your backswing, and come down with a smooth, fluid motion.
Your driver sings as you make contact with the ball, and the little white devil just leaps off the clubface. Straight, long, you watch the ball hit the fairway and roll. You smile – no, you beam. Your chest swells and you pick up your bag and take the walk to admire your Shot, with a capital “S”.
You walk up to the ball, and look out at the green, thinking to yourself, “If I hit my three wood from here, I could …” Glancing around, you see the sprinkler head and walk up to it to get a range to the green, when you realize that the greenskeeper is a sadistic bastard.
I was using my RSS reader to grab images from Flickr with the tag of “golf” when this image popped into my Inbox. Honestly, I’m glad the groundcrew at my club doesn’t have this cruel sense of humor. After hitting that Killer Drive, and feeling like I could take on the green in two, to look down and see that on the sprinkler head …
Okay, who am I kidding? I’d laugh my proverbial ass off.
