Very impressed with the new Johnny Miller, who managed to make it through the final hour of the Ryder Cup telecast without even once (at least, not while I was not in the bathroom) uttering the most famous word in his vocabulary.  So, filling the void left by Johnny’s good behavior, I shall get it off my chest and say it for him:  CHOKE, CHOKE, CHOKE, CHOKE, CHOKE.  That was once each for Matt Kuchar, Webb Simpson, Tiger Woods, Steve Stricker, and Jim Furyk.

Everyone knows that slow play is hurting golf, that the US pros set a terrible example, and that over-studying the greens is the major reason why US pros take forever.  But Jim Furyk is a special case.

Had a nightmare last night.  Furyk made at least three dozen consecutive false starts with putter in hand, but had been unable to pull the trigger by the time I thankfully awoke.   Each time, he reread the green.  Actually, the dream could have been worse:   Furyk could have finally attempted the putt, and – consistently with his record with short putts in big tournaments this year – missed it badly.  Or, it could have been a Ground Hog Day sequence  in which a tag team of Furyk and Keegan Bradley performs pre-shot  routines in an endless loop without ever actually hitting a shot.  Still, it represented a new take for me on what Hell might be like if I fail to repent.