When I was in high school, I played most of my golf with my buddies.  Our families all belonged to a little small-town country club down South and we were, for better or worse, the golf team.

 

But some days, I (or we) would get paired on the first tee with an older gentleman who was gray-haired and must’ve been retired because he seemed to play golf every day.  Nice man.  I don’t remember much about him, except that he was what I have come to think of as a "One Club Guy." 

Oh, he had a driver, or something that more or less qualified as his driving club.  Driver clubheads were much smaller back then, and his was small even by the standards of those days.  It was permission, like drivers used to be, and it was all scuffed and scratched from years of use.

 

One Club Guy also had an ancient-looking putter that he probably inherited from his Dad, or maybe bought at K-Mart 30 years earlier.  And he had some kind of rusted-out lofted club, like a 9-iron/PW, that he used around the greens and whenever he was in the bunker.

 

But by far, One Club Guy hit most of his shots with One Club, this kind of clumsy-headed mid-iron-looking thing that served the purpose of about nine clubs, from his 3-wood down through his 8-iron.  I suppose it was sort of forerunner of today’s hybrids.  At the time, I’d never seen anything like it, and I have no idea where he got it.

 

One Club Guy would hit his driver off the tee (unless he was playing it safe with the One Club), then he would proceed to bunt that One Club thingy up the fairway until he got to the green.   He could only advance the ball 75-100 yards at a time, and he wasn’t very good anyway, so you can imagine how many times he might whack that One Club on a par 5.  Over the course of a typical round, he must’ve hit that club 40 times or more.

 

What has me a little concerned is that I might be gradually becoming One Club Guy. 

 

I’m not quite there yet.  I still carry 60-, 56- and 50-degree wedges, and I still hit my PW thru 6-irons, and I’ll pull the 3-wood once or twice a round.  But I’ve got this 22-degree TaylorMade hybrid that I hit, I don’t know, 15 times a round.

 

I’ll often hit it twice on a par 5, I hit it on all long par 3s and, increasingly, I hit it on any shot from about 160 yards through 205 yards.  If I’m playing to an uphill green, I’ll even hit it from 150 yards.  I haven’t carried a 3-iron in years, I pulled the 4-iron out of my bag around three years ago and I’m not sure why I still lug around my 5-iron.  I’m even hitting my 6-iron and 7-iron less than ever.  Why should I hit them when my trusty One Club hybrid will do the trick?

 

There are bigger things in life to worry about, and I do – when I’m not obsessing about my slow, worsening slide into One Club Guydom. 

 

I worry about what kind of world we’re leaving our kids.  I worry about the clown car of yahoos that Congress has become.  I fret over the world of crap going on in the Middle East, and it has gotten so I watch less and less pro football because I get queasy at the sight of another player lying motionless on the field after getting blindsided to the head.  There is all kinds of stuff to keep me up at night.

 

When you put it that kind of perspective, I suppose, the prospect of getting paired on the first tee with some kid who thinks of me as his One Club Guy is not so bad.   Still, I’m not happy about it.

There can’t be any fan of Philadelphia radio who won’t be saddened to learn of the death this morning of WIBG-AM and WOGL-FM legend Don Cannon at the age of 74.  For a time, Cannon also hosted "Inside Golf" on Comcast SportsNet.  He will be missed.

 

I got to know Cannon more than 25 years ago, when I covered the local radio scene for the Philadelphia Inquirer, before I ever wrote a word about golf.  What I remember most is that Don Cannon enjoyed life about as much as anybody I’d ever met.

 

Off the radio, Cannon was an avid and pretty good golfer.  We must have played a dozen rounds together over the years.  Once, I was his "guest" in the weekend Member-Guest tournament at his club, Cedarbrook CC.  We didn’t win anything but we laughed a lot.  As much time as Cannon spent on the golf course at Cedarbrook, he probably spent more time in the card room, just off the locker room.

 

In 2000, I played a round with Cannon and his best buddy, Bobby Rydell, the teen heartthrob, for a story for the Inquirer’s Sunday golf page. 

 

Here’s a passage from that story about Cannon’s game:

 

Cannon is a different story. He's got game. His legs weren't much to look at in those shorts, but his swing was. It's fluid, natural and athletic, the swing of a man who has aged well and has entirely too much leisure time on his hands. Cannon maintains a 13 handicap at Cedarbrook, but it has been lower - single-digit lower - and he still pulls off the occasional shot that is beyond the grasp of a 13-handicapper.

Cannon's problem, in as much as a man as happy with his life as Cannon is can have a problem, is that into each round he sprinkles a few chunks, tops, chilly-dips, foozles and flame-outs, which cost him big-time.

That recent day at Blue Bell, for example, Cannon opened with birdie-par-birdie-bogey, before stone-cold topping one into a festering pit of nastiness at the fifth, setting the stage for a dreaded double-bogey.

"Man, I had it for the few first holes," Cannon moaned in frustration.

Rydell, good friend and sage counsel that he is, looked at Cannon with pity. "Remember," he said, "you never own it, you only rent it."

Cannon nodded at the grim reality and drove on.

Cannon actually comes with a certain golf pedigree. When he was growing up in Yonkers, N.Y., when dinosaurs still roamed the planet, he caddied at Elmwood Country Club. But he had actually started playing the game in third grade with a couple of neighborhood buddies, Wes and Jon Voight, who were pretty serious about the game because their father was a club pro. Jon Voight, you may know, would later have some success as an actor.

 

 

Here’s WOGL-FM tribute to Cannon.

 

Here’s Cannon’s cameo appearance in the original "Rocky" film.

 

Here’s the official obituary:

 

 

Don Cannon The legendary voice of Philadelphia Morning Radio passed away Friday morning August 22, 2014 after a brief and sudden illness. He was 74.

 

Don Cannon’s voice was a top rated morning radio fixture in Philadelphia spanning five decades starting in 1969 with WIBG (WIBBAGE) through his retirement in 2004 from WOGL 98.1. "Cannon in The Morning" entertained millions of people each day for thirty five years as the handsome and entertaining radio star on WIP, WFIL, WIFI, and WSNI and Oldies 98.1 WOGL. Don also spent time on the management side of the industry as Program Director of WSNI and WPGR. From 1990 until his retirement in 2004 WOGL FM 98.1 was home to the legendary "Cannon in the Morning"

 

Cannon, born Dominic Canzano is considered by many as one of the main originators of conversational, irreverent humor based personality morning radio that opened the way for future talent like Howard Stern. First to release top selling comedy albums based on his on-air humor and listener pranks, Cannon is a member of The Broadcast Pioneers who regard him as the "Dean of Philadelphia Morning Radio" because of the benchmarks, success and contributions he made to the community and industry.

 

Throughout his career and into his retirement, Don worked with hundreds of charities, raising millions of dollars throughout the region and was awarded the March of Dimes Lifetime Achievement Award.

 

Cannon an avid golfer was also the host of "Inside Golf" on Comcast Sports Net.

 

His signature voice and style that was a morning staple for 35 years in Philadelphia and then globally online for listeners tuning into WOGL,com is also part of motion picture history. Cannon’s signature voice with a smile was part of a pivotal scene from the original "Rocky" motion picture. As Sylvester Stallone readied for his run throughout Philadelphia it was Don Cannon’s energetic voice on then WIBG that was Rocky’s soundtrack to drinking his signature raw egg drink.

 

Cannon is survived by his wife Terri and sons Chris, who continues the family dynasty in Philadelphia broadcasting as a talent and manager, Russell in Las Vegas, grand children, family and millions fans who will never forget their moments connecting with the legendary Don Cannon.

 

A service for family, friends colleagues and the public is schedule for Sunday Levin Funeral Home 4737 Street Rd, Feasterville-Trevose, PA 19053.

 

 

We’re coming down the home stretch of another summer and Joe Bausch, Villanova chemistry professor and curator of the unique and comprehensive array of golf course photo galleries that is the Bausch Collection, has wasted no time.

 

Since my last update on the Bausch Collection, in early May, Joe has added another 30 new course galleries, plus revisited and updated another 13.  The total number of course galleries has grown to 223.

 

What can I say, the man is a machine?

 

Here is a list of the new galleries Joe has added to the Bausch Collection:

 

1.  The Ridge at Back Brook

2.  Moselem Springs

3.  Brookside

4.  Allentown Municipal

5.  Chisel Creek

6.  Mahoning Valley

7.  Abington

8.  Hideaway Hills

9.  Lakewood

10.  Llanerch

11.  Flourtown

12.  Penn Oaks

13.  Fairways

14.  Essex County CC

15.  Mays Landing

16.  Sunnybrook

17.  Arrowhead

18.  Somerset Hills

19.  Trump Bedminster Old

20.  Upper Montclair

21.  Quartette Club

22.  Oxford Valley

23.  Lancaster Host

24.  Green Hills

25.  Limekiln

26.  Twin Woods

27.  Doylestown

28.  Tumblebrook

29.  Beechtree (shot probably 4 years ago)

30.  Freeway

 

(Beechtree, as you may know, closed a year or so ago, but it was a Tom Doak design that Joe really liked and thought should be memorialized in the Bausch Collection.)

 

Here are the courses that Joe revisited and updated:

 

1.  Seaview -- Bay

2.  Berkleigh

3.  Glen Mills

4.  Hershey West

5.  Country Club of York

6.  Edgmont

7.  Trump Bedminster New

8.  Lancaster

9.  Philadelphia Cricket Club:  Wissahickon

10.  Radnor Valley

11.  Tavistock

12.  White Manor

13.  Plymouth

 

If you have never watched the video of Joe shooting a course, it’s worth a few minutes of your time.

 

The New York Times has a nice story today on the evolution of Rory McIlroy, as the young winner of the British Open seeks to charm a new generation of golf fans.

 

In it, Times golf writer Karen Crouse mentions that McIlroy’s ascension comes just as we find ourselves in the "autumn of Tiger Woods."

 

The autumn of Tiger Woods.   I love that.  It so perfectly describes the slow career fade-out that Tiger seems too helpless to stop or even slow.  But with every major, every tournament, we are faced with more evidence – doses of reality -- that Tiger’s run of domination is over, that he will never come close to recapturing what he once had.

 

Remember those days when it was a foregone conclusion that he would top Jack Nicklaus’ record of 18 majors?   Heck, who didn’t think Tiger would ultimately win 25?

 

Now, we are left to wonder how long he will play.  We he retire at 40?  He always said he would hang it up when he could no longer win.  These days, does he still have the inspiration and desire?

 

It’s not time yet to think of Tiger’s career in the past tense, but it’s not too early to begin to ponder the great sports question:

 

Who was the greatest golfer of all-time?  Jack, with his 18 majors, longevity and a Masters title at 46?  Or Tiger, who shot across the sky like a meteor, a mesmerizing figure who dominated golf for a decade like even Jack never could?

 

 

Every September, Pine Valley, the most exclusive club in Philadelphia – maybe in the country – opens it doors to the general public for one day.  It’s called the Crump Cup, named for the club’s founder.

 

Consider this a heads-up that non-members can get an up-close look at two more very good, very private clubs in the area in the coming days.  If you can make it to either one, or both, you’ll thank yourself.

 

On Wednesday Applebrook GC in Malvern, a 2001 Gil Hanse design, will host the Philadelphia Open, the most prestigious event on the annual calendar of the Golf Association of Philadelphia.  Applebrook isn’t long  by modern standards, 6,815 yards from the back tees, but it is choice real estate and, dare I say, one of the finest modern courses in the area, rich in subtleties and nuances.

 

It was also designed to be a walking-only course, which will become evident when you realize that several of the tees are only steps away from the last green, much like the first green and second tee at the Old Course in St. Andrews.

 

Then, next Monday, July 28, Bidermann GC in Wilmington, which I have dubbed the "Most Exclusive Course You Never Heard Of," will host a qualifier for the U.S. Mid-Am.   Again, we’re talking about a very place, which began life as a private course on a DuPont estate. 

 

GAP magazine story on Bidermann.

 

 

Given the success of the U.S. Open at Merion GC last summer and Aronmink’s GC’s guest-hosting of the AT&T National in 2010 and 2011, why in the heck does a historic hotbed of golf like Philadelphia still not have a regular stop on the PGA Tour?

 

It’s a good question, and one that Frank Fitzpatrick tackles in today’s Inquirer:

 

Whatever your feelings about golf, this hole on Philadelphia's scorecard is, like the Phillies front office, difficult to comprehend. After all, if you were ranking potential PGA sites by purely objective standards, few cities would seem to compare.

Consider some of the Philadelphia area's attributes as a golfing venue:

Its golf history and traditions are as rich as those of any American city.

It's home to dozens of classic courses, including two of the top 10 - No. 1 Pine Valley and No. 6 Merion - in Golf Digest's rankings of America's top 100.

It displayed Tour-worthy passion and interest during those two AT&T events at Aronimink and again during last year's U.S. Open at Merion.

It's the nation's fifth-most-populous city and fourth-largest television market.

 

All good points.  Fitzpatrick goes so far as wonder aloud why the biggest, baddest corporation in town, Comcast, owner of NBC Sports and Golf Channel, doesn’t step forward to bring a tournament to town?  

It is the same question I asked in the Inquirer in 2002, in a post-mortem column on why the SEI Pennsylvania Classic couldn’t make a go of it at Waynesborough Country Club.  I, too, went so far as to propose a Comcast Championship:

 

So, imagine, if you will, the $5.7 million Comcast Championship at Waynesborough, Aronimink, Merion or maybe that new ACE course they're building in Lafayette Hill.

Imagine a prime date, maybe in late June, when the weather is perfect, the kids are out of school and everybody is not at the Shore.

Now imagine Pat Croce out there working the golf circuit, talking up the tournament to the players, pointing out to the players, by the way, that Comcast owns their beloved Golf Channel and would very much appreciate it if they supported the event by vying for the $1 million winner's check.

You think things would fall into place?

 

Alas, nothing happened then and, I suspect, nothing will happen now.  If the golf-hungry crowds at the AT&T at Aronimink, and the fever pitch of the Open at Merion, couldn’t jumpstart a conversation at Comcast to sponsor at tournament in Philadelphia, nothing likely will.

 

 

The load in the back of the car was just a little heavier driving home on Saturday after our beach week in North Carolina.   The coveted Conrad Cup, after all, was on board.

 

That is correct.  Against all odds, and perhaps several laws of the universe, your humble correspondent prevailed in the Conrad Cup, the long-running annual golf competition between me, my brother-in-law, Dan, and my nephew-in-law, Cole.  See earlier blog for background.

 

It was a runaway. Or a giveaway, depending on your perspective.  Fact is, on the day of the official Cup competition, Thursday, Dan held a decent – some might say substantial – lead after the front nine.  Sadly, for him, on the 11^th, Dan’s ball found a nasty, plugged lie in a greenside bunker.  It was so bad, he had no choice but to play it out sideways.  Still, on impact, he heard a "pop" and Cole and I heard a "whimper."  After that, Dan was toast.

 

"I’ve got no feeling in my left hand," he moaned on the watery par 3 14^th, after dunking two balls in the pond.  By the 16^th Dan was done, doomed to drive his cart and post "x", "x" on the 17^th and 18^th.

 

I almost felt bad for him, until I remembered that Tiger Woods won a U.S. Open on a broken leg, and that nobody feels sorry for Dale Jr. when he blows an engine on the final lap at Talladega.  It’s part of sport.   Besides, on a brighter note, it opened the door for me sneak in the back door and claim the Cup.

 

Cole, by that point in the Cup, was also toast.  He had played his best golf in the two warm-up rounds.  Dan was fairly steady all three days.  I, on the other hand, got better by the day.  Never mind the scores.  Some things are best left to the imagination. There are also privacy laws to consider.

 

In my earlier pre-Cup preview post, I mentioned that I was going to try to negotiate for strokes, or distance, or maybe the creation of a Senior Division, since Dan is about 10 years younger than me and Cole is 15 years younger.  We settled on letting me play from the white tees (6,351 yards), while they played from the blues (6,750).

 

Later, back at the beach house, I posed with the Cup.  I considered prancing around or doing cartwheels in some sort of World Cup-style post-goal celebration, but ultimately concluded that would be in poor taste, considering the ice pack on Dan’s hand.  Instead, I tried to be humble in victory.

 

Back home in Philadelphia, the Cup now occupies a prominent place on the bookshelf in my office.  It will remain there until next June, when my family returns to the beach to pig out on Eastern North Carolina barbecue, hush puppies, shrimp, ice cream cake, assorted adult beverages and, of course, another Conrad Cup.