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Post by rizzuto on Mar 10, 2022 20:28:22 GMT -5
The DOWNHILL Slide continues for Mick:
Mickelson will be BANNED from PGA Tour until he speaks to commissioner.
Tequila I need a Shave & Haircut:
HELLO BABY!!! My name is Do Me Please!!!
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Not to brag, DoMe, but Paige looks very, very much like a girl I was once engaged to in college. Except she was close to six feet tall and was a gymnast, not a golfer. |
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Post by rizzuto on Mar 13, 2022 17:39:08 GMT -5
I've been there. Of course, I went back and fished out the wedge. I did one time throw away a putter, though, with the encouragement of my dearly departed best friend David Fontenot, who said, "You have to get over anger at clubs and golf balls. Throw it in the pond, move on, and forget about it!" It really was an enlightening experience. A weight was lifted from my shoulders, angst was left behind on that hole, and I felt clean. That was the first and last time, but for some reason the physical experience provided a cognitive lesson that I have kept on the links ever since. Thanks, Big Dave! My toss was much less nonchalant, more of an angry hurl of the club. www.espn.com/video/clip?id=33494410 |
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Post by rizzuto on Mar 13, 2022 17:53:46 GMT -5
What a beautiful reaction! As soon as it went in my right fist flew up involuntarily, like I had hit the shot myself! You cannot fake that enthusiasm. Only golf can take a demeanor from zero to sixty that quickly!
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 13, 2022 18:00:41 GMT -5
I've been there. Of course, I went back and fished out the wedge. I did one time throw away a putter, though, with the encouragement of my dearly departed best friend David Fontenot, who said, "You have to get over anger at clubs and golf balls. Throw it in the pond, move on, and forget about it!" It really was an enlightening experience. A weight was lifted from my shoulders, angst was left behind on that hole, and I felt clean. That was the first and last time, but for some reason the physical experience provided a cognitive lesson that I have kept on the links ever since. Thanks, Big Dave! My toss was much less nonchalant, more of an angry hurl of the club. www.espn.com/video/clip?id=33494410Bobby Jones had the same issue in his early years, so you're in good company. When I first started watching golf, Terrible Tommy Bolt was one of the top golfers. He would sometimes throw multiple clubs into the drink during a round. The PGA put in more restrictive penalties for club tossing as a direct reaction to Tommy's tosses. The fans seemed to enjoy it-- I guess a lot of them could identify with it. I don't think any other sport requires as much self-control as golf. But for a few seconds, windmilling a club can feel pretty good. |
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Post by rizzuto on Mar 13, 2022 18:12:16 GMT -5
I've been there. Of course, I went back and fished out the wedge. I did one time throw away a putter, though, with the encouragement of my dearly departed best friend David Fontenot, who said, "You have to get over anger at clubs and golf balls. Throw it in the pond, move on, and forget about it!" It really was an enlightening experience. A weight was lifted from my shoulders, angst was left behind on that hole, and I felt clean. That was the first and last time, but for some reason the physical experience provided a cognitive lesson that I have kept on the links ever since. Thanks, Big Dave! My toss was much less nonchalant, more of an angry hurl of the club. www.espn.com/video/clip?id=33494410Bobby Jones had the same issue in his early years, so you're in good company. When I first started watching golf, Terrible Tommy Bolt was one of the top golfers. He would sometimes throw multiple clubs into the drink during a round. The PGA put in more restrictive penalties for club tossing as a direct reaction to Tommy's tosses. The fans seemed to enjoy it-- I guess a lot of them could identify with it. I don't think any other sport requires as much self-control as golf. But for a few seconds, windmilling a club can feel pretty good. Another lesson Dave taught me: If you have to throw the club, throw it forward toward the green, so you don't hold up the foursome or the group behind us. Even poor manners on a golf course require a modicum of etiquette. |
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Post by rizzuto on Mar 13, 2022 18:14:54 GMT -5
Also, thank you for bringing back the name of Tommy Bolt! It was a name and outlandishness that I had read about several times. Do you still play, Pipps?
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 13, 2022 18:15:07 GMT -5
Bobby Jones had the same issue in his early years, so you're in good company. When I first started watching golf, Terrible Tommy Bolt was one of the top golfers. He would sometimes throw multiple clubs into the drink during a round. The PGA put in more restrictive penalties for club tossing as a direct reaction to Tommy's tosses. The fans seemed to enjoy it-- I guess a lot of them could identify with it. I don't think any other sport requires as much self-control as golf. But for a few seconds, windmilling a club can feel pretty good. Another lesson Dave taught me: If you have to throw the club, throw it forward toward the green, so you don't hold up the foursome or the group behind us. Even poor manners on a golf course require a modicum of etiquette. That is great. He thought of everything. |
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Post by rizzuto on Mar 13, 2022 18:28:15 GMT -5
Another lesson Dave taught me: If you have to throw the club, throw it forward toward the green, so you don't hold up the foursome or the group behind us. Even poor manners on a golf course require a modicum of etiquette. That is great. He thought of everything. He was a true golf fan, and he could play a round with some beautiful and inventive shots. Not bad for a guy who always struggled with his weight - pushing more than 280 when we were in college in our "best shape." Dave had a joie de vivre true to his Acadian/Cajun roots in Mamou, Louisiana. Dave and I could piss away a day better and faster than any two people I know - and have nothing but wonderful memories to tell. Dave never missed an inside joke. Sometimes a look was all that we needed to burst into laughter. Dave was also a movie buff, a Yankees' fan, a Celtics' fan, and a die-hard New Orleans' Saints' fan. I wish he had lived to see the Super Bowl Championship of the 2009 NFL season. More than anything, Dave was a true friend. Someone with whom you would tell anything to without judgement or condemnation. He understood that support wasn't always having an answer. Dave loved music, food, sports, humor, and company. I never tired of his companionship. We always talked about retiring and living next door to each other, playing golf in the morning, catching a movie matinee in the afternoon, and great meal at dinner time. When Dave died, it made me a better person, a better husband, a better friend. Somehow I intentionally sublimated some of his best qualities as a tribute to his wonderful spirit. I always maintained that Dave was a better person than me. Dave found the goodness in everyone, and I mean everyone. Dave always gave others the benefit of the doubt and had no place for hate in his huge heart. Dave was the John Belushi of our college group of friends - without the drug problems. God, I miss him. |
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 13, 2022 18:30:15 GMT -5
Also, thank you for bringing back the name of Tommy Bolt! It was a name and outlandishness that I had read about several times. Do you still play, Pipps? No, I haven't played in many years. I was never at the level of you or Inger. I'll leave it at that ⛳️😉 One of my uncles had me watching golf when I was maybe six or seven, and I'm so glad because I got to see players like Ben Hogan and Dr. Cary Middlecoff and Jimmy Demaret and for that matter Tommy Bolt when they were on the tour at the end of their careers but still competitive. Golf wasn't on TV nearly as often then as it has been over the past 50 years, but that gave it an almost mystical quality to me. |
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 13, 2022 18:36:35 GMT -5
He was a true golf fan, and he could play a round with some beautiful and inventive shots. Not bad for a guy who always struggled with his weight - pushing more than 280 when we were in college in our "best shape." Dave had a joie de vivre true to his Acadian/Cajun roots in Mamou, Louisiana. Dave and I could piss away a day better and faster than any two people I know - and have nothing but wonderful memories to tell. Dave never missed an inside joke. Sometimes a look was all that we needed to burst into laughter. Dave was also a movie buff, a Yankees' fan, a Celtics' fan, and a die-hard New Orleans' Saints' fan. I wish he had lived to see the Super Bowl Championship of the 2009 NFL season. More than anything, Dave was a true friend. Someone with whom you would tell anything to without judgement or condemnation. He understood that support wasn't always having an answer. Dave loved music, food, sports, humor, and company. I never tired of his companionship. We always talked about retiring and living next door to each other, playing golf in the morning, catching a movie matinee in the afternoon, and great meal at dinner time. When Dave died, it made me a better person, a better husband, a better friend. Somehow I intentionally sublimated some of his best qualities as a tribute to his wonderful spirit. I always maintained that Dave was a better person than me. Dave found the goodness in everyone, and I mean everyone. Dave always gave others the benefit of the doubt and had no place for hate in his huge heart. Dave was the John Belushi of our college group of friends - without the drug problems. God, I miss him. Great tribute to your friend, Rizz. |
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Post by rizzuto on Mar 13, 2022 19:24:13 GMT -5
Also, thank you for bringing back the name of Tommy Bolt! It was a name and outlandishness that I had read about several times. Do you still play, Pipps? No, I haven't played in many years. I was never at the level of you or Inger. I'll leave it at that ⛳️😉 One of my uncles had me watching golf when I was maybe six or seven, and I'm so glad because I got to see players like Ben Hogan and Dr. Cary Middlecoff and Jimmy Demaret and for that matter Tommy Bolt when they were on the tour at the end of their careers but still competitive. Golf wasn't on TV nearly as often then as it has been over the past 50 years, but that gave it an almost mystical quality to me. I didn't know Inger and I were even thought to have attained a level!  When Sarah was diagnosed with cancer the first time, my golf playing days went into hibernation. I used to play just about every weekend and get a local membership in the summer, playing at least five times per week. Since 2008, I have not played more than five times. Wow, that's fourteen years. Time does fly. Still, I feel like the muscle memory may still be there as far as the full swing. It's usually chipping that takes me the longest to recapture following an absence, but this is nearly a decade and a half! I have three sets of clubs sitting in my basement in Iowa.  Jack Nicklaus used to talk about how underrated a player Dr. Cary Middlecoff was. |
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 13, 2022 19:39:45 GMT -5
Sounds to me as if you still have some game in you, Rizz. I sense a comeback.
Cary Middlecoff was amazing. Like Bobby Jones (who loved Middlecoff's swing), he was a golfer who had a completely unrelated other career. He didn't give up dentistry to turn professional until he was 26 years old. You probably know that he was famous for taking an extremely long time over his shots. That did not always endear him to his fellow golfers.
There was a joke about him that he had to give up dentistry because his patients couldn't keep their mouths open that long.
Some Middlecoff factoids: He still ranks tenth for all-time tour victories with 39, including three majors. And he had more tour victories in the decade of the 1950s than any other golfer, with 26.
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Post by rizzuto on Mar 13, 2022 20:17:36 GMT -5
Sounds to me as if you still have some game in you, Rizz. I sense a comeback. Cary Middlecoff was amazing. Like Bobby Jones (who loved Middlecoff's swing), he was a golfer who had a completely unrelated other career. He didn't give up dentistry to turn professional until he was 26 years old. You probably know that he was famous for taking an extremely long time over his shots. That did not always endear him to his fellow golfers. There was a joke about him that he had to give up dentistry because his patients couldn't keep their mouths open that long.Some Middlecoff factoids: He still ranks tenth for all-time tour victories with 39, including three majors. And he had more tour victories in the decade of the 1950s than any other golfer, with 26.  That was a belly laugh! I had not heard that one. I know Jack was very deliberate over putts, but more often than not he was in the last group on Sunday anyway. Jack always said, he never hit a putt until he was ready, and he hit every putt thinking it was going in the hole. Never a bad idea to have a glimpse into the mind of the Golden Bear. Thanks for the factoids about Middlecoff, including what Bobby Jones thought of his swing. I knew that he was in the top ten in victories but did not realize he dominated the decade of the 1950s. One has to wonder what Iron Byron Nelson would have done had he not retired from full-time golf in 1946 at age 34! Nelson continued to play a tournament or two here and there, even finishing number 15 at The Masters in 1965. Talk about walking away on top, winning 18 tournaments in 1945! |
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Post by inger on Mar 13, 2022 23:12:57 GMT -5
I was working a home show this past three days. I caught myself practicing a golf swing I haven’t used in about a dozen years. A very young guy working the booth across from me just started playing this year and came over for some tips. Poor kid. I probably screwed him up for another year… 😂😂😂😂😂 He was also taking some air swings and he was horribly laid off. He thought he played great with his pitching wedge be cause it “goes about 155”. His 9 iron is 135, eight 145, and his driver is only 235. I explained that his laid of swing and perhaps raising up out of his shot was giving him distance on his wedges because he’s skulling them, and raising up was sapping his power. He was slim and about 6’2”, so long slender levers that should work well. He said he shot an 81 last week, so from what I saw, he also needs math lessons… 😂😂😂, or maybe to start playing more than 12 holes…
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 14, 2022 7:17:27 GMT -5
Sounds to me as if you still have some game in you, Rizz. I sense a comeback. Cary Middlecoff was amazing. Like Bobby Jones (who loved Middlecoff's swing), he was a golfer who had a completely unrelated other career. He didn't give up dentistry to turn professional until he was 26 years old. You probably know that he was famous for taking an extremely long time over his shots. That did not always endear him to his fellow golfers. There was a joke about him that he had to give up dentistry because his patients couldn't keep their mouths open that long.Some Middlecoff factoids: He still ranks tenth for all-time tour victories with 39, including three majors. And he had more tour victories in the decade of the 1950s than any other golfer, with 26. That was a belly laugh! I had not heard that one. I know Jack was very deliberate over putts, but more often than not he was in the last group on Sunday anyway. Jack always said, he never hit a putt until he was ready, and he hit every putt thinking it was going in the hole. Never a bad idea to have a glimpse into the mind of the Golden Bear. Thanks for the factoids about Middlecoff, including what Bobby Jones thought of his swing. I knew that he was in the top ten in victories but did not realize he dominated the decade of the 1950s. One has to wonder what Iron Byron Nelson would have done had he not retired from full-time golf in 1946 at age 34! Nelson continued to play a tournament or two here and there, even finishing number 15 at The Masters in 1965. Talk about walking away on top, winning 18 tournaments in 1945! Yeah, Lord Byron always said that as soon as he made enough money from golf to buy his dream ranch, he would retire. And he actually did, with a few exceptions you mentioned. Surely one of golf's saints. I recall how even Tiger Woods at the top of his game was so deferential to Byron when he played his tournament. Sheesh, winning 18 tournaments in 1945, including eleven in a row. I know the ranks were still thinned in the aftermath of World War II, and the PGA Championship was the only major held that year, but Snead and Hogan were around as well as talented amateur Cary Middlecoff, Paul Runyan, Horton Smith, Jack Burke Jr. and forgotten 17-time tour winner Jug McSpaden. McSpaden in fact was probably more affected by Nelson's run than anybody besides Byron himself because he finished runner-up 13 times that year, although not all to Nelson. Burke had a great line about Nelson's streak -- "I don't care if he was playing against orangutans, eleven in a row and eighteen overall is amazing." As far as I know, Jack Burke Jr. is still living at age 99 and he is the oldest surviving Masters Champion. |
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When Sarah was diagnosed with cancer the first time, my golf playing days went into hibernation. I used to play just about every weekend and get a local membership in the summer, playing at least five times per week. Since 2008, I have not played more than five times. Wow, that's fourteen years. Time does fly. Still, I feel like the muscle memory may still be there as far as the full swing. It's usually chipping that takes me the longest to recapture following an absence, but this is nearly a decade and a half! I have three sets of clubs sitting in my basement in Iowa. 
That was a belly laugh! I had not heard that one. I know Jack was very deliberate over putts, but more often than not he was in the last group on Sunday anyway. Jack always said, he never hit a putt until he was ready, and he hit every putt thinking it was going in the hole. Never a bad idea to have a glimpse into the mind of the Golden Bear. 