It’s 102 and slightly humid here in the Metroplex. My attention span is not at its finest . . .
Jimmy Walker’s PGA Championship win means that we have four first time major championship winners this season, which, for the time being, puts to rest “Big Three” or “Big Four” talk in the professional ranks. Walker is something of a late bloomer, having toiled in 188 PGA tour starts before carding his first victory in 2013 at the age of 34. He won four more times over the next two years, but was experiencing a rather indifferent 2016 campaign before going wire-to-wire at Baltusrol.
Perhaps even a bigger upset than Walker’s victory was the fact that the PGA Championship actually finished on schedule, given the several weather delays that occurred. This prompted a breathless discussion as to whether or not the tournament should move to May – as if there’s a single month of the year that guarantees good weather. Golf is an honest game, but not always a fair one. That’s its beauty and its curse.
Sharon and I tried our best to follow the PGA Championship, but found ourselves over the weekend basking in the gorgeous scenery and refreshing weather that makes Steamboat Springs, Colorado one of the more enjoyable destinations in the world. Perhaps better known for its world class ski resort and ski-jumping training center, Steamboat also is home to a couple of really strong public-accessible tracks; Robert Trent Jones Jr’s Rollingstone Ranch is affiliated with the Sheraton resort, and is a scenic, albeit sometimes squirrely layout. We did get in a couple of rounds at Haymaker, a truly delightful links-style course that features a wide variety of holes, including the drivable par-4 8th, an expertly rendered Redan-styled par-3, and (perhaps my favorite hole) the appropriately named “Cattle Drive,” a 590-yard beast of a hole that is somehow playable because of the 6600-foot altitude, firm fairway turf, and a slightly downhill grade. Best of all, Haymaker is extremely walkable, and they also feature “golf bikes” – big-tired bicycles with a compartment in the back to load up clubs and balls. And the beverage cart features a $3 beer each day.
One of golf’s emerging personalities on the other side of the pond is one Andrew “Beef” Johnston, who comes to us with a burly physique, wild beard, and a gregarious personality that is at once humble and outsized. Beef won the Spanish Masters on the European Tour earlier this year, and announced during his post-victory presser that he was going to get hammered. He gave a pretty good accounting of himself at both the Open and PGA Championships, and if by some chance (unlikely that it may be) Darren Clarke were to choose Beef as a captain’s pick in this year’s Ryder Cup, I may be forced to switch rooting allegiances.
Despite the fact that he had carded a 59 earlier in his career, Jim Furyk was probably the last guy in the world that I would have expected to fire a PGA Tour record 58 at TPC Cromwell this past weekend (fortunately for Furyk, he was diligent in checking his scorecard and noted that his fellow competitor – and scorer – had mistakenly recorded a 3 instead of a 4 on the 14th hole, which would have resulted in a disqualification had Jim signed for it). Furyk missed a good portion of this season, having undergone wrist surgery earlier the year, but seems to have recovered quite nicely from it. Being a Ryder Cup veteran (albeit one with a losing record), US Captain Davis Love may consider Furyk as a captain’s pick. After the debacle at the last Cup in Gleneagles, he may have had the best quote of all. Asked during the post-mortum press conference what the US team needed to do to reverse its fortune, Furyk replied, “I don’t know. But I’m tired of this shit.”
Despite my misgivings, I will likely tune in to watch Olympic golf this weekend. Although whoever is advising Ricky Fowler on his hairstyle needs an intervention.