Here’s something I never
thought I’d hear myself say again:My money is on Tiger.
Okay, that’s sort of
metaphorical, because I don’t actually wager any money with a bookie or
anything.I learned a long time ago
that whenever I get the itch to gamble, I might as well save myself a lot of
time and aggravation by just tossing that money out the car window.
Still, if I was a betting
man, I’d be betting on Tiger to win his 5th Masters this week.Count me among the legion of skeptics
who never thought Tiger would fight and will his way back from the brink to
where he is today.His swing looks
better than it has in years, his confidence seems to be restored and his
personal life is at not the source of embarrassment and ridicule.
Come on, the guy has won three
times already this year and we’re not even out of April.He might not be the Tiger to a dozen
years ago, but the Tiger of the moment has reclaimed No. 1 in the world.
The pressure to win, of
course, is on.The chaos in his
personal life, the drought in the majors, the need to get back to winning the
big ones if he is ever going to catch Jack Nicklaus, is all coming to a head
this week in Augusta.If he wins,
it will be great for him and great for golf.If he fizzles, or flubs it on the
weekend, the air will go out his whole campaign to restore his old life.
Truth be told, I like the
Tiger of now better than the Tiger of that earlier era.He’s got a few more miles on him now,
and with that comes some perspective, maturity and wisdom.Really, the scandal and career detour
has served to make him and us realize he’s human.
Anyway, I’m pulling for
him.If he can’t win, my backup
choice is for Phil to win his 4th green jacket, which would tie him with
Tiger.Damn, wouldn’t either guy
winning be a great day for golf?
I am very pleased to
announce that my 2013 golf season has officially begun, or technically, is
about to.My first round of the
season will be this Saturday, as the guest of a friend at Hidden Creek GC at
the Jersey Shore.
With any luck, I will get out
to hit a bucket of balls before Saturday, rust on the swing being what it is.
I began my season yesterday,
as I always do, with the ritualistic bringing out of the clubs.They spent most of the winter in the
basement, although when the PGA Tour season cranked up in Hawaii in January, I
did do a little chipping and putting on the carpet in front of the TV,
addictions being what they are.
The ritualistic bringing out
of the clubs involves dusting them off, followed by a full inspection.Several of my irons still had mud caked
on them from my final round of 2012 on a wet, chilly day in December.I filled the sink with scalding
water and suds and went to work with a stiff-bristled brush.
I don’t know about you but I
also start each new season with a thorough scrubbing of my grips.It’s amazing how hot water, suds and
scrubbing can revitalize grips that have turned dry and slippery.
The grip on my driver was a
bit worn so I took it down to my basement shop and put on a new grip, adding an
extra layer of tape on the shaft.If you don’t re-grip your on clubs, I highly recommend you learn to do
so.It’s easy, not to mention much
cheaper and faster than sending them out.
Next, I purged my bag of
accumulated crap and crud, such as a small white towel that had managed to end
up stuffed into the bottom of bag, where it had wrapping itself around the
grips.Nothing is more important
than going through the little valuables pouch where I keep ball markers and
do-dads.For years, I marked my
ball with a coins I picked up over the years at the British Open.These days, I favor those magnetic
markers that you clip to the bill of your cap.I now have a colorful collection of
those little interchangeable markers.
While I was at it, I put a
handful of tees in the bag and put a fresh 9-volt battery in my range
finder.I bought five dozen balls
on sale at the end of last season, so I’m good to go orb-wise.
I do not plan any major club
changes for ’13.My driver (TaylorMade) is finally cooperating (knock on wood), and my
irons (TaylorMade) are more forgiving than I could
possibly ask.Last year, my big
club acquisition was a couple of new wedges (Titleist), 56 and 60 degrees, and
I still like them both.I know
carry two hybrids (Titleist), 19 and 21 degrees.My longest iron is my 5.
The big question mark, as
always, is my putter.Putters and
putting in general hate me.Actually, putters and putting mock me, play with me, like a cat amusing itself
batting around a ball of yarn.Seriously, when I pull my putter out of the bag and walk toward the
green, I can feel my sphincter tightening with each step, even on the rare
occasion that I am facing a mere tap-in.My regular golf buddies find it hilarious.
Currently, my plan is to
start the season with the same putter I ended ’12 with – a heel-shafted
Cleveland mallet.I do this knowing
full well that Mr. Cleveland could fail me, betray, humiliate me at any time,
joining a long line of putters that have failed me, betrayed me, humiliated
me.When that happens – it is
only a matter of time – Mr. Cleveland will be cast out of my bag and into
the basement to collect dust with my 20-odd putters of all makes and
models.I will pick a new (old) one
from the collection and the cycle of love and betrayal will begin anew.
One of the big changes I’m
expecting to make for ’13 is a new head cover for my driver.My sister down in Raleigh has taken up
knitting and she has promised to knit me a new and colorful head cover.(No pressure, Jane, but my old head
cover is starting to unravel.)Her
first project for me was a scarf, which I mistook for comforter for my bed when
I took it out of the box.I assured
her it would be the first thing I pack if I ever go to Antarctic.
I’ve never been big on April
Fool’s jokes and neither was anybody else in my family.In fact, the only one that comes to mind
was when I was in grade school.
I distinctly remember waking
up one morning and seeing my father sitting on the edge of the bed, looking
down at me.
"School’s cancelled," he
"Really?" I said, bolting
upright. "Snowing?"I don’t know
which excited me more: no school or the prospect of spending the day sledding.
Then, of course, it hit me
that we lived in North Carolina and spring was already busting out all
over.It probably didn’t snow a
half-dozen times in my entire boyhood, and even it did, it was rarely more than
an inch or two and it was melted within a day or two, tops. I just checked and
today’s high in my old hometown is going to be 73.
Speaking of busting out,
that’s exactly what my father did – busted out laughing."April Fools."
When I tune into Golf Channel, it’s a pretty safe bet I’m looking for golf, not
political insights or snarky commentary, be it liberal or conservative.
In fact, I watch Golf Channel precisely to get away from my too-heavy TV diet of
that stuff.When a controversial
political topic is dominating the news,I can waste entire evenings flipping back and forth between MSNBC and Fox News to see who can out-crazy each other.
Yet there I was last night, planted in my easy
chair, ready to watch the latest installment of Feherty. When I saw that the
hour-long interview was with Jack
Welch, the legendary retired CEO of General Electric, I thought it was a
little odd.I mean, I know Welch is an up-from-nothing success
story, an avid golfer and a member of Augusta
National, among God only knows how many other elite clubs.But an entire episode of Feherty? (Photos from
I squirmed a little early on, during Feherty’s
opening segment, when he said that these days Welch "loves tweaking the noses and tugging on the coats of people
he believes are taking America down the wrong path...good evening, Mr.
Okay, what is this, Sean Hannity?If I
wanted Sean Hannity, I would have
tuned in Sean Hannity.For the record, I never want Sean Hannity.
It wasn’t long into the interview before the
conversation turned to how "America has too many people in the wagon and not
enough people pulling the wagon."Suddenly, I’m starting to feel like I’m watching that secretly-taped video
of Mitt Romney dissing the 47
percent. All that’s missing
is the grainy video and the sound of tinkling glasses.
Did I mention that the interview was taking
place in Welch’s very comfortable
looking home in very comfortable West Palm Beach?
Soon enough, Fehertybrought up that famous "tweet" Welch sent to his 1.4 million Twitter followers back in September,
shortly before the presidential election, when the government reported that
national unemployment had dropped from 8.3 percent to 7.8.Good news for President Obama and the Democrats; bad news, obviously, for Romney and the Republicans.
Welch’s tweet, to be exact, was:
Unbelievable jobs numbers..these Chicago guys will do anything..can't
debate so change numbers
Fehertyasked Welch what the reaction had been to his Obama-bashing tweet.Liberals had attacked him from all sides, said Welch; on the other hand, he had received a standing ovation when
he walked into a restaurant in Florida.
A "standing O" in a restaurant in West Palm
Beach, where Welch no doubt
proceeded to sit down to dine in peace and splendor among people who look and
think and live just like him.I’m
betting he didn’t get a "standing O" from the restaurant staff back in the
Anyway, don’t get me started.I tune into Golf Channel to get away from political huffing and puffing.
Hey Frankie, that was Jeffrey Imelt, Obamaís guy who was running GE when they werenít paying taxes. He was also on Obamaís jobís panel where he was a great success at least for jobs in China where he shipped the whole GE light bulb division. The Feherty show is about the only place that Penn and Madonna havenít been on. Penn appeared regularly on the Hugo Chavez and Fidel Castro shows though
[3/29/2013 11:13:28 AM]
Good point about the no taxes for GE, Frankie. They spend millions to lawyers and lobbyists to avoid paying taxes. So does that mean GE is in the wagon or pulling the wagon?
[3/29/2013 7:34:49 AM]
Did Feherty find time to ask Jack Welch how come GE doesnít pay any taxes?
[3/29/2013 7:18:23 AM]
Fran, youíre right, Sean Penn and Madonna are liberal know nothings. They need to get smart like Ted Nugent
[3/29/2013 6:41:27 AM]
I saw them. They were great. When he golfs, Sean Penn likes the Rickie Fowler look, especially the flat brim hat. Madonna looked cool hitting that new Callaway driver in spikey hi heels with her boobies all pushed up and her butt cheeks hanging out of her skimpy outfit.
[3/29/2013 6:25:46 AM]
I missed Sean Penn and Madonna on Feherty. When were they on?
[3/29/2013 4:26:40 AM]
If i have to listen to Sean Penn, Madonna and the rest of the entertainment no nothings during interviews then I no problem listening to Jack Welch.
[3/29/2013 4:26:30 AM]
If i have to listen to Sean Penn, Madonna and the rest of the entertainment no nothings during interviews then I have no problem listening to jack Welch.
[3/29/2013 4:26:19 AM]
If i have to listen to Sean Penn, Madonna and the rest of the entertainment no nothings during interviews then I have no problem listening to jack Welch.
NBC’s Dan Hicks and Johnny Miller welcomed Arnold Palmer into the booth at Bay
Hill a few moments ago, Hicks joked that it was good to feel Arnie’s handshake
totally agree – you never forget Arnold Palmer’s handshake.
not that Arnie is one of those bone-crusher guys, not at all.His is just a firm, friendly,
manly handshake.Two quick pumps
and he releases.
makes it so unforgettable is Arnie’s hand itself: it’s big and strong and as padded
as a major league catcher’s mitt. The
fingers he wraps around your hand are as thick and beefy as sausages.You feel like you’ve fallen into the
embrace of a mama bear or something.
I don’t care who you are, or what you can or cannot do for him, Arnie looks you
in the eye, smiles and says it’s good to see you.It’s one of the reasons Arnold Palmer is
one of the great ambassadors the game has ever had.
Again, I come to you with a non-golf blog
topic, but hey, when former porn star Traci Lords pops up in the news, as she
did a couple of days ago, I started thinking about our time together.
Like my recent blog post about interviewing Dear Abby, my encounter with the
then-luscious Lords dates back my
pre-golf writer life, when I profiled stars and celebrities of all stripes for The
Philadelphia Inquirer.That’s what I was doing in 1989, when I was dispatched to Baltimore,
where Lords was making her first
legit post-porn career movie.It
was a 1950s period comedy called Cry-Baby, and it
was directed by the film auteur John
Waters, who was giving Lords her first big break.
What thrust Lords into the news this week was the rape case in Steubenville, Ohio, in
which two high star school football players were convicted of raping a
16-year-old girl.A revolting rape
case became even more revolting and notorious when high school kids posted
photos of the victimized girl in the internet.
Lords, now in her 40s and long
gone from porn, says her life was changed forever when she, too, was raped in
her native Steubenville, when she was a 10-year-old named Norma Kuzma.
If you’ll recall, Lords rocked the porn industry in the mid-80s, when she announced
that every porn film she had ever appeared in – and there were a bunch of
them – were actually made when she was 15, 16 and 17 years old --
underage.Her entire body of work,
so to speak, was quickly yanked from the shelves, except for one film, Traci, I love You,which was shot two
days after she turned 18.
Naturally, for the sake of investigative
journalism and thorough preparation for the interview, I made it my business to
come up with a copy of Traci, I Love You...Yowza!
When I interviewed her, Lords had turned 21 only three weeks earlier and she was still very
hot, hot, hot.It was early afternoon when I
arrived at her hotel in Baltimore, along with the movie’s publicist, but Lords was only then waking up.That’s because they’d were in the midst
of shooting night scenes at a park in Baltimore, and the actors and crew were
working from sundown to sunup. Her
hotel suite was dark, quiet, almost eerie.
"Hello," says a cheerful Lords, as the door opens.
She is a vision. Tiny, 5 feet tops. Long, straight blond
hair that falls onto her shoulders. A cute, almost childish face. And even
though the blinds are drawn, who could help but notice that nature has been
generous to this young woman in many places and ways.
Packed, as she is, into a tight spandex top and long flowing
skirt, it is also abundantly clear why she was the rage of the porn industry as
a mere teen. But it's also obvious that she's very young. What smut king
couldn't have seen that this girl was underage?
"Well," says the publicist, excusing himself,
"I'll leave you two alone."
Lords stands in the center of the hotel room and smiles,
If you’re headed to Phillies spring training
camp and wondering about where to play golf in the Clearwater area, here are suggestions
from a golf writer friend of mine in nearby Safety Harbor:
As for recommendations, a very good
semi-private pubic fee course is in a small town about 15 miles north of
Clearwater. The course is Fox Hollow and located in New Port Richey. If your
friend does not mind driving a little distance, i
would recommend it.
A little bit closer is the
Belleview Biltmore, right in Clearwater. Nothing great, but OK... If money is
not a real object, there's always Innisbrook Resort,
where the PGA Tour event will be next week... They've got about 5 courses
there, so some are better and more expensive than others.
is another daily fee course, about 6-7 miles just north of the Phillies
complex. it's a good course for the fee. Actually, as I think about it, i'd say Fox Hollow and Landsbrook
are probably the best for the price in the immediate area of Clearwater.