Mr. M

I saw Hale Irwin in an airport when I was eighteen. Not the friendliest guy I've ever met.

Get your wife some clubs.

Iacas, I never said I don't like Tiger Woods. I actually enjoy watching him play golf very much. You, sir, need to calm down. My contentions are that he 1) is outwardly unhappy on the golf course more than he is outwardly happy. 2) is on a path toward an unpleasant episode if he can't learn to control his emotions. He could be suspended; he could crack a shaft or break a club. I've already suggested elsewhere that I think he'll win the PGA, and perhaps by a wide margin. And I disagree that screaming the f-word is the direct antithesis of a nod or club twirl.

This is key. Also, did someone suggest that LPGA players should be allowed to play with hotter balls?

I'm willing to entertain the notion that good Tiger and bad Tiger are flip sides of the same coin. However, the bad Tiger side lands face up far more than the good Tiger side. This is fact: He almost never reacts with outward affirmation when he makes a good shot. He almost always reacts with the negative extreme when he makes a bad shot. You may counter that with: "Well, he expects to make good shots." I would counter that with: "For a guy who always expects to make good shots, he sure has been making a lot of bad shots lately." Also, it is my observation that many (maybe most) athletes whose personalities suggest an all-or-nothing mentality often self-destruct. Reconciling such extremes is, I think, sometimes too burdensome for one man.

Everything y'all said plus however many Diet Cokes I can sneak in.

I was once paired up with this old boy I'd never met before (I was a teenager, and he was probably 65). The folks behind us drove right up on us while we were in the fairway. I mean, this dude and I had driven within a few yards of one another, and the group behind us put a ball in between him and me. So this guy takes his wedge out of his bag, steps over to the offensive ball, and pitches it over a fence and into someone's backyard. I was like, "Dude, I can't believe you just did that. That was sweet." He just turned around and gave an exaggerated shrug to the guys behind us. I guess they should have yelled fore.

LOL Yeah, and get that on youtube.

Curtis Strange is just kind of a goober. "Well, he's hit it into the waist-deep rough, and there are four dozen folks looking for the ball. Judy, how's his lie?"

Golf is unique; there literally isn't a sport like it. You are 100% responsible for everything that happens to your ball. When we play golf, we make ourselves available to the kind of scrutiny that doesn't exist with other sports. We are vulnerable. Even when you play with peers, best friends, that vulnerability, that nakedness, is discomforting. Look, I teach high school English. Even if a particular class is relatively small and full of kids who are all friendly with one another, the second a student reads something aloud or goes to the front of the classroom to do a lecture, read a passage, whatever...suddenly it's a different ballgame. Those nerves kick in, and kids can get downright spooked. (This is why I rarely have students give presentations or read out loud.) It doesn't matter who our company is; not having a place to hide is tough sometimes.

Dude. No way. Plus, throwing side-armed means much less control of direction.

It would take five or six heaves, minimum, for most people to get from tee to green on a typical par-4. So I think it would take 90-100 "strokes" just to get to the greens. And that whole "rolling in putts underhanded" thing is probably harder than it sounds...but perhaps no more or less difficult than using a putter. At any rate, I think 130 tosses is unlikely (but not impossible) for the average guy on the average course. Maybe the guy who was thinking about sneaking onto the private course after-hours should try it there.

I hope he wins the bet, because he's going to need the money to pay for his Tommy John Surgery.

Lee Westwood looked like a NASCAR automobile. I counted 10 different visible logos/sponsors on his hat and shirts today. I am very disappointed in how this ended. The wheels completely fell off for Watson. What was he for the playoff? About +9?

This is actually what I was going to say. He's probably extremely embarrassed. It wouldn't surprise me if he parlays that humiliation to the kind of fire and focus that wins next month's PGA by about eight strokes.

Wow. Goosen with a 7-iron from 199. Now into the wind! Garcia with a 7-iron from 147.

Check out John Daly. The pants, and the -2 so far.

Yeah. The problem is, my son keeps saying he wants the pink junior set. Looks like I have a little Mr. Paula Creamer on my hands.

I've been a Fred Couples fan ever since I stood a few feet from him at the Houston Open in 1998 and watched him hit a 3-wood into 1999...the fairway of 1999, for that matter.

Married for almost 9 years. A six year-old daughter and three year-old son. Playing once a week is stretching it. Lately it's been more like twice every three weeks. But here's the thing: my three year-old son has shown some interest in golf and getting his own clubs and what-not. Yes! What, is she going to say no to frequent father/son time? I think not.

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No, it's just less frustrating when you are a high handicapper, like pittpanther was saying.

Six...and a half. I'll occasionally catch myself gripping too tightly (usually at the driving range), and I'll step back, strech, take a swig of Diet Coke, regroup, and address the ball again. I fight it, but it's not nearly as bad as it once was...I think.

TAKE VIDEO! Get a good video of some jackass peeing on your girlfriend's tree. Then take that with you (or email it) to the clubhouse. Just show the pro the video and ask politely if you can play that hole a few times now and again. With the pro's permission, have fun.

The golf club certainly doesn't condone urinating on the properties that line the course. You are going to rat out renegade pissers if you're caught stealing? LOL... If I looked out the window and saw someone peeing in my yard, I'd be having words with that chap.