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.