Tiger’s Tennis Elbow
That’s pretty much what it is. Perhaps he won’t say that exact term, but its very common in golfers. I get it about once a season myself. In case you haven’t heard, Tiger Woods announced today that he’ll skip his own tournament at Congressional next week and doesn’t plan to play again until the British Open.
This is at least the 3rd time since 2008 that Tiger has missed the AT&T tournament in which he plays host. In some of the years he has missed he’s graciously showed up to host the event anyway and pay tribute to the military. There’s no word on if he’ll do that again this year, we’ll have to wait and see before we trash him for being a complete no show.
Having had the injury myself, I can assure you that all he needs to heal it is rest. The pounding of hitting golf balls on that joint is painful and does it no good because each shot continues to aggravate it. The real news to me that comes from this announcement today is that Tiger now has no fucking chance to win the British Open.
It can’t be done. He’ll be to rusty. It is a stone cold lock. Tiger was having a fantastic year. I still haven’t figured out what went wrong at Jack’s house to make his game jump off the rails. Whatever it was, there was no fixing it in time to be competitive at Merion last week. Now he’ll have essentially a month off from competition before he shows up to play the Open Championship. That’s not a recipe for success.
The 2nd Worst Email I Get Every Year
Like many of you who also love the Masters, I received the 2nd worst email of the year today while I was taking a dump at work. Yup, you guessed it. Rejection from Augusta National about my Thursday/Friday ticket application.
Right about now you’re asking, well fucktard, what’s THE worst email of the year you get? That’s the one telling me I didn’t even get practice round tickets for the Masters. It’s worse because at least with this email you still have hope for getting the other tickets. Once you get the 2nd rejection, hope is dead for 10 more months. You gotta have hope.
I did get p-round tickets in 2011 so I can’t bitch too much. Plus, I can’t go on some diatribe about Augusta National, they’ve got moles everywhere. Somehow they’d find me and put me on the naughty list.
The PGA is probably the only major that doesn’t give hardcore golf fans a ‘hangover’. From there you jump right into the Fed Ex playoffs. The PGA is really the springboard for the end of the PGA Tour season. The other majors are followed by much more uninteresting events that don’t include the stars of the tour. This week, we get the Greater Hartford Open, or whatever the fuck they call it now.
It’s actually a pretty solid event. The players love it because the GHO organizers pamper them and have provided all the perks they’re allowed to for the week long stay in Connecticut. The field this year is solid too. Jason Dufner, Keegan Bradley, and even our newest major champion, Justin Rose, will grace central Connecticut with their presence. I’m sure by Sunday you’ll be like me foaming at the mouth for more golf on TV, but the early round action this week won’t grab your attention.
Oh, you want my fantasy pick for the week? I’ve got the Duf-man. I think Dufner could very well be a guy that takes the PGA at Oak Hill about 2 months from now, but I’m trying to play him while he’s hot. Don’t forget, he was the hottest guy at Merion on Sunday until his tee shot at 15 left the yard.
Speaking Of Rose
The gangly Brit has slowly been making his way from Philly to Hartford by way of New York. He’s done talk shows and other media appearances at an exhausting rate. I loved the pics of him reading his own headlines in assorted newspapers.
That’s probably the first thing I’d do to if I were him. Golf is most likely the one sport where reading your (positive) press clippings won’t mind fuck you to the point where you get over confident. What else has Justin been up to? He showed up on Letterman to give Dave a laugh and do the Top Ten.
Justin, just this one time……just once, because you just won a major…….I’m going to give you a pass on those faggy red velvet pants. You earned it.