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Fowler will return to the "real world" when he plays in the Scottish Open next week ahead of the Open Championship at St. Andrews. Until then, Baker's Bay doesn't look like a bad spot to spend July 4th weekend.
This time last summer, Angel Cabrera came out of nowhere at the Greenbrier Classic, turning in two 64s on the weekend to capture his first non-major title on the PGA Tour.
However, in the 24 tournaments since his victory, Cabrera hasn’t posted a top-10 finish. Turning 46 this September, we might have seen the last of the Argentinian’s name on the leader board. (At least until he hits the senior circuit.)
Cabrera’s friendly demeanor, as well as his now-retired habit of chain smoking on the golf course, has made him a cult hero among galleries. Plus, there’s his nickname: “El Pato.”
Spanish for “The Duck,” the moniker references Cabrera’s unique, nonchalant stride, which can generously be described as paddling. (It should be mentioned that Cabrera claims the label derives from his father being referred to as “Pato” as well, but that simply could be his way of coming to peace with the name.)
The epithet, along with Cabrera himself, has always been a favorite to this observer. To commemorate Cabrera and his El Pato handle, here are the top 10 nicknames on the PGA Tour. Note: we restricted the list to the current landscape, meaning classics like “Champagne” Tony Lema and “The Walrus” Craig Stadler are absent.
Graeme McDowell - “G-Mac”; Rory McIlroy - “Rors”
These aren’t nicknames, they’re abbreviations. Sports used to cultivate sweet-sounding sobriquets like “Ice Man,” “Cool Papa” and “The Galloping Ghost.” Now we’ve resorted to the “first letter, first name + first syllable, last name” equation. This is why grown-ups hate my generation.
Phil Mickelson - “Lefty”
Because he’s a left-hander. Get it?
Tim Herron - “Lumpy”
Unfortunately, Herron has just two top-25 finishes in the last three seasons, and still has five years before reaching the Senior Tour. Out of sight, out of mind.
10. Gerry Lester Watson - “Bubba”
I seesaw on this one, but the fans dig it. Plus, it beats the hell out of “Gerry Lester.”
9. Louis Oosthuizen - “Shrek”
If I were Oostuizen, I would fully embrace the persona by wearing only green ensembles and throwing temper tantrums on the course.
8. Miguel Angel Jimenez - “The Mechanic” and “The Most Interesting Man in the World”
The latter explains itself. The former refers to Jimenez’s love of performance cars. Still, it’s hard to correlate anything “mechanical” to a person who's known for this:
7. Jason Dufner - “Duf”
An aberration to the last-name derivate corollary. “Duf” is not a play on a name; “Duf” is a lifestyle. One that emits a “Devil may care” attitude. Almost an anti-hero, like Clint Eastwood in “The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.”
The name is a nod to his large, broad physique that produces a swing that brings a tear to your eye.
Fact: I would give 10 years off my life to have that motion.
4. John Daly - “Long John,” “Lion” and “Wild Thing”
The “Lion” tag is self-appointed, which is concededly lame. “Long John” is probably the best fit out of the trio, yet when videos surface of shirtless, shoeless golf, it’s hard to discount “Wild Thing.”
3. Jim Mackay - “Bones”/Mike Cowan - “Fluff”
You know you’ve made it as a caddie when you’re more recognized than half the players on Tour.
2. Retief Goosen - “Goose”
Our second cognomen derived from a last name, which should rank it lower on the list. Then again, it got him an endorsement with a vodka company. So there’s that.
1. Eldrick Woods - “Tiger”
I’m convinced that Woods wouldn’t have won 14 majors if he went by “Eldrick.” How good is the Tiger handle? People don’t even refer to him by his birth-given first name. THAT good.
According to an ABC News report, a conflict of interest between Donald Trump and Univision emerged after Trump’s negative comments about Mexican immigrants. Univision announced that it will not air the Miss America pageant (partly owned by Trump) on July 12. As a result, Trump plans to sue Univision “for a tremendous amount of money.”
To make matters worse, Mr. Trump sent Randy Falco, President and CEO of Univision, this, um, direct letter:
Normally, we wouldn’t have much to say about these political and business issues. But it’s Trump National Doral! The host of the WGC Cadillac Championship and one of the hardest courses the PGA Tour plays all year. You’re telling us an entire company is banned from the grounds? No access to its golf courses?! That’s downright rude, Donald.
When you watch David Feherty on Golf Channel, you do so knowing he is filtered and toned down. Gastroestestinal humor and feigned shots to the testicles notwithstanding, most of Feherty’s antics are tamed, subject matter quashed and language adjusted to PG levels. But where would golf’s most irreverent voice go if he were unplugged, uncensored and guided solely by his wayward instincts? It’s a scary thought and a guilty pleasure.
Recently, at the F.M. Kirby Center for the Performing Arts in Wilkes-Barre, Pa., we found out. Feherty staged the second-to-last of six one-man U.S. shows, entitled Live Off Tour. The act is outrageous, all right. It’s also funny, sad, poignant, inspiring, smart and most of all, unpredictable. Think, Prairie Home Companion with a mighty edge. For two uninterrupted hours, Feherty, his only props a desk, his taxidermied chicken, Frank, and two bottles of Poland Spring water, monologued to an audience of perhaps 1,500, all of whom loved him the whole way. When the house lights rose at the end, a woman near me was dabbing tears. Two older men, who guffawed the whole show, were guffawing still.
Here’s why they laughed and cried: Feherty opened by saying he didn’t know who Wilkes-Barre was named after, but he was pretty sure it was the guy shot Lincoln. He quickly moved on to the breaking story of Caitlyn Jenner, formerly Bruce Jenner, whom he felt was not “beautiful” as media talking heads were saying gratuitously, but merely “a man with [breasts].” He told a suggestive Arnold Palmer story, too edgy to even hint at here, that made the easy crowd go, “ooh.” F-bombs didn’t fly but they fluttered around. If that sounds racy for a nice town like Wilkes-Barre, it should be noted that he tempered everything with his familiar attitude of equanimity for almost everything.
Well, not quite everything. He criticized religion, noting that it was responsible for much of the conflict in the world. He chided Americans who are overly critical of America, asking why they choose to stay. When he reiterated his support -- passion, really -- for those who serve in the military, the crowd roared. When he explained that he’d dumped his Irish citizenship to become an American citizen five years ago (February 3, 2010 to be exact), the crowd roared again. He thanked those whom he sees as golf and personal heroes -- Tom Watson, Tiger Woods and Palmer rate high with him -- and gave great anecdotes to that effect. The crowd cheered still more. Feherty’s show was comedy and commentary, blarney and biography dished through cautionary tales of his own experiences.
And oh, the comedy. He did a complete section on joke-telling as high art, replete with examples. There was a rollicking tale of Payne Stewart planting a dead groundhog in Feherty’s hotel room. He devoted 15 minutes to caddies he’d known, including one who stuttered, another who lost control of his bowels en route to a tournament, and a hilarious one involving Tommy Bolt and his bagman at a long-ago Masters. Feherty is master of the shaggy-dog story, one in which the storytelling often eclipses the punchline. There is no on-camera setting that could accommodate his stories about Ken Venturi, Barry Goldwater, Henry Cotton, Christy O’Connor Jr., Gary McCord, John Daly and Jimmy Demaret and even Feherty’s own father. Feherty fed the tales to the Wilkes-Barre patrons effortlessly and without letup, often leaving one story in mid-sentence to tell another, then returning to the original. No notes, no prompting and when the show ended, you had the feeling he had several more hours of stories on call if he needed them.
But it couldn’t have been easy. Feherty told of his ongoing struggles with his Bipolar One Disorder, explaining that earlier that very day he had inexplicably burst into tears, only to find himself laughing 15 minutes later. He says he sleeps at most three hours per night and sometimes not at all. He didn’t look particularly healthy, his complexion a little waxy. Doing the show appeared to be a form of therapy for him. He went into detail of the depths of his addictions, drinking 2-1/2 bottles of Irish whiskey and popping 40 Vicodin daily until a doctor asked, “Do you need help?” and Feherty answering, “No, I can do it by myself.” He told of being run over by a truck and the doctors later slamming at him with a wooden hammer and what appeared to be a screwdriver, thinking he was unconscious. Feherty was at times downright dark. There were mea culpas of a failed marriage, lousy parenting and character flaws so numerous, he couldn’t fit them all in. Always, there was wry one-liners punched in.
Tickets ranged from $40 for basic seating to $160 for a VIP pass, which got you a pre-show meet-and-greet and photo with Feherty, a drink ticket, and a copy of his latest book, The Power of Positive Idiocy. The production values were simple but effective, the sound and lighting wonderful, the Kirby Center just right.
Whoever puts on Feherty’s shows, knows what they’re doing. More U.S. shows aren’t planned at present, though it’s hard to imagine they’d be hard to book. It really was stupendous.
As the show wound down, Feherty invited questions from the audience. A voice from the back asked how he was able to draw even with his battles with the bottle and his unfortunate brain chemistry. Feherty cracked wise for a moment, then summoned forth his lovely wife, Anita, who travels with him constantly and keeps him together. The fans boomed their loudest applause of the evening, and it’s what made the woman near me weep at show’s end. But like everybody there, she’s glad she went.
Jesper Parnevik said to "expect a lot of weird things happening" on his family-based reality TV show before it debuted in March. And if you follow the five-time PGA Tour winner on Twitter, you got a good taste of that in the past 24 hours.
But as splendid as that was, apparently, Jesper made a bogey when he forgot to leave a key for his wife and daughter Penny ("Oooppppps...I guess I forgot," Parnevik tweeted) to get back into the house where the family is staying. That led to this video his wife filmed of Penny impressively scaling the outside balcony to get inside.
On March 27, NASA astronaut Scott Kelly, his twin brother Mark, and Russian cosmonaut Mikhail Kornienko began a historic year aboard the International Space Station. Kelly (@StationCDRKelly) has posted selfies and Earth pics via Twitter every day since arriving at the ISS. This Year-In-Space photo diary began with this tweet:
Golf has become increasingly popular in Taiwan. Currently there are more than 70 golf courses on the island that covers an area of 13,892 sq. miles. For a comparison that's slightly larger than the state of Maryland. Here are the top 10 courses in Taiwan from our ranking of Best Golf Courses In 205 Countries:
1. Sunrise G.& C.C., Yangmei
2. Miramar G.& C.C., Lin Kuo (pictured)
3. Ta Shee Resort, Taoyuan
4. Taiwan G.& C.C., Tamsui (Taiwan's first golf course)
5. Yung Han G.C., Taoyuan (pictured)
6. Nan Fong G.C., Nantou
7. National G.C.C., Yuanli
8. North Bay C.C., Shih Mem
9. Kaoshiung G.& C.C., Kaoshiung
10. Tong Hwa G.C., Lin Kou (pictured)
Move over, John Daly. Mark Calcavecchia is joining you in the "former British Open champions who wear crazy pants" club after becoming the first known tour pro to win an event wearing bacon-themed slacks.
Just look at them!
Here's an even closer look at the bacon pants and the bacon belt:
Organizers of the Blue Ribbon Bacon Festival (yep, sounds pretty awesome) gave Calc the pants and the 13-time PGA Tour winner wore them on Friday. After switching to regular pants (boo!) on Saturday, Calc decided to wear the bacon trousers again (Yay!) on Sunday.
"All of a sudden I grabbed the lead and I'm like, 'I've got to wear them. I'll give them one more shot,' " Calcavecchia said.
We're so glad he did.
Here's Calc getting a kiss from his wife, Brenda, while wearing bacon pants. Side note: Brenda is one cool wife for letting her husband leave the house wearing bacon pants.
Here's Calc receiving the big winner's check while wearing bacon pants.
Here's Calc driving and putting while wearing bacon pants.
And here's Calc hitting an approach shot while wearing bacon pants and taking a divot that even looks like a strip of bacon.
For most people, getting married means playing less golf. But playing no golf? That sounds like cruel and unusual punishment.
Sadly, that appears to have happened to a man in the Delaware area we can only identify as "Tim K." Tim K claims he's selling his new-ish golf clubs because his wife won't let him play anymore. We feel for you, Tim K.
Both kids also give Walker advice by telling him to "breath." Cute.
Things get funny/odd, though when both mention an incident in which Walker saved one of the kids from being hit in the face with a ball by pushing him out of the way. Read the letters. They're worth it.
So there you have it. Jimmy Walker is a five-time PGA Tour winner and an American hero. Just ask Eric and Carlos.
Before NCAAs even start, Oklahoma can say it's won the trick-shot game.
The men's golf team is heading to its fifth straight NCAA finals this week -- and what better way to prepare then showing off your skills with random trick shots? That's got to psych out your opponents.
If the Sooners make it to match play, I wouldn't want to play these guys. Imagine playing against a guy who can drain shots into a little plastic cup? You know he's never out of a hole. That's scrambling like no other.
There's something so college about making one of these videos. Hundreds of golf-trick shot videos are out there. And we respect you all for keeping us tuning in.
And now we'll be paying close attention to the Sooners at NCAAs. If they make it to match play, watch out!