O’Grady is an Idiot if he Thinks Technology Makes Tiger Woods Great
This has to be a cry for help because this statement is just plain stupid: "When Nicklaus and Palmer played, when [Ben] Hogan played and Sam Snead played, on a scale of zero to 10, they were a nine-plus," Mac O’Grady said. "
Tiger Woods is not even a one-plus."
Then, this dolt has to go out and show his continued ignorance by saying: "The reason why [Woods] can hit it on the green is because he has square grooves," he said. "He doesn't have that, he's dead. He cannot do it -- it's impossible. For him to go after Nicklaus's records is cheating. This is like steroids."
I sense a touch of bitterness. Actually, I sense a lot of bitterness. Truckloads of it. This Mac O'Grady, a former PGA Tour player that to his credit won two tournaments, took 18 swings at qualifying in Q-school before he made it on tour. He adds to his madness by slapping the Champions Tour and calling them "powder-puff" players when he is probably of the age that he could be playing on this tour.
This must be a case of "negative publicity is better than no publicity at all" (a statement by Donald Trump) or someone who hasn’t taken his meds today because it surely can’t be based on any facts worth quoting.
To declare that technology is what has made Tiger Woods the world’s best golfer, and perhaps the best golfer of all time, is just plain ludicrous. It’s like saying that if I played a Steinway, I’d be just as good as
Glenn Gould. If I fired up a piece of composing software I'd be better than
Mozart or if I just had a better paintbrush I’d be just as good as
Michelangelo.
Tiger Woods is a great golfer because he has the most talent, not the best equipment. Every golfer has access to top-of-the-line equipment. What they lack is Tiger’s tenacity, drive, endurance, and killer instinct. He overcomes adversity. He plays consistently while those around him collapse. He knows how to manage a course and when pushed, he closes the deal. Yet, he is human like all of us and doesn’t win every tournament.
If you want to see someone with lots of natural talent and the best equipment, look at how well Michelle Wie is playing today. In her case it clearly isn’t the paintbrush but the painter that is the problem.
What a pile of crap this O’Grady is spewing. I guess that it’s okay in today’s media world though because
Ann Coulter or
Paris Hilton can say anything they want and it is still considered news too.
Labels: Jack Nicklaus, Michelle Wie, Tiger Woods
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Virginia Tech Student wins British Amateur.
In the State of the Game we hear about the golf industry's
Charity Golf Event Addiction.
The Guru Rants about
Golf Ball-sized Hail.In She Golfs Too we follow
Natalie Gulbis for a Day.Visit the Component Corner where you can get your very own
Starship Enterprise Putter.We return to Afghanistan's capital Kabal to visit the
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Golf Blogger, 42, Found Dead after Struck by Golf Ball Torrent
Up here in Minne "snow" ta, we are big watchers of the weather. Sometimes Northerners like us say: "If you don’t like the weather, just wait a few hours and it will change." We often talk about record snowfalls like the Halloween blizzard (30 inches on October 31st) or record cold temperatures. We constantly argue every winter if International Falls really is the coldest spot in the nation and if
Good Morning America reports that we are, aren’t we proud.
The hardy souls in the land of 10,000 lakes seem to always be captivated by the local weatherperson, who by the way is often less attractive than the sportscaster, tell us to panic and run for cover because the next weather apocalypse is fast approaching from the West.
Bozos that wouldn’t know hail from Hale Irwin, call into local radio stations and provide great insight about what’s happening in their backyards. Wherever we are, we tune in to the local TV or radio station and stay riveted to our seats as the talking head babbles on about all of the school closings, severe thunderstorm warnings or flash flood alerts in our area. This must be the sign of the “end times” we say to ourselves.
What I find extremely funny is how we describe hail. Our hail can be pea, marble or pebble-sized. If the conditions are right we might even get baseball, tennis, softball or grapefruit-sized projectiles dropping from the heavens. I’m waiting for the day that bowling ball-size meteors hurl down from the sky ripping holes in our roofs or exploding through our pictures windows. Now that would be a weather story to remember.
My favorite though is golf ball-sized hail like we had today in Minnesota (I know you were wondering how I was going to make the connection). Can you image all of those “Titleists” falling from the sky at 100 MPH denting our siding, breaking our windows and dimpling our car tops?
Yet, we aren’t the only ones to be so lucky having Pro V1s crash down upon us. Here are some recent headlines:
Thunder, Lightning, Golf-ball Sized Hail, Pummel New Hampshire;
Storms Dump Golf Ball-sized Hail on Dallas/Ft. Worth,
Golf ball-sized Hail Batters Broward County, Florida. Even the Chinese are not immune to nature’s golf ball barrage:
Golf ball-sized hail pelts Beijing.
According to one of our local meteorologists, the largest hailstone ever documented in the United States hit Coffeyville, Kansas in 1970. It weighed 1.67 pounds, 5.7" in diameter, and probably hit the ground at 120 mph. Until 2003 that is. That was the year the Aurora "Borealis" Hailstone crashed to earth. Don’t believe me? Well, just look it up on the website:
Thelongestlistofthelongeststuffatthelongestdomainnameatlonglast.com so it must be true.
I can just see my demise reported in tomorrow’s headlines: "Golf Blogger, 42, Found Dead after Struck by Golf Ball Torrent".
Now I’ll no longer worry when someone yells "Fore". That’s only one golf ball that’s trying to kill me.
Labels: Golf Ball-sized Hail, Titleist
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Ex-NFL Kicker is Now a Caddie, and
John Daly's Wife Attacks Him.
In the State of the Game we read about
Sound Patents.
In She Golfs Too Dear Abby Gets into the Action and
Dakoda Dowd's Mother Dies.Component Corner explores the
The Expanding Non-Conforming Driver World. In Why Can't We All Get Along, there are some
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Oh Michelle Wie, I’m So Sad for You…Not!
I was wondering if the Wie Circus could get any worse. Was I ever wrong.
Now remember, I predicted that this return was
going to be a non-event.
In her inglorious return to competitive LPGA tournament play, the phenom, the queen of hype, Miss Sparkly herself Michelle Wie, has again tripped over her
huge pile of endorsement cash and fell flat on her face (er..wrist). What a joke she has become.
When she quit the latest tournament she said to an LPGA Tour official: "We're not going to play anymore." Oh you big baby. Take it like a professional.
I thought that John Daly was becoming a mockery. Was I ever wrong. Michelle Wie has taken his exalted place.
Wie of the pending 88 before withdrawing after the 16th. Wie of the “poor me…it’s my wrist again” excuse. She has turned into a pathetic golfer and manufacturers almost as many excuses as she does strokes.
She had almost five months to recover from this alleged wrist injury. She got herself a new coach and was going to work hard and point herself in the right direction. She was ready to get out there and prove herself. I guess we discovered how well all that new coaching has worked.
In an earlier post I commented that her wrist injury was conveniently timed so she could gracefully get out of the spotlight after dismal finishes in a couple of men’s events. I was taken to task by a reader accusing me of saying that her wrist injury was faked. At the time, I vehemently denied it. Now, I believe she is faking.
Football players take two weeks off when they sprain an ankle. Basketball players gut it out, limp around and are back on the court after a few games (unless it is a high ankle sprain and then it could be forever). Even Annika Sorenstam, after having sat out with both a ruptured and bulging disc for two months, returned to shoot a round of 72.
What kind of wrist injury takes five months to heal unless you have surgery on it (which she didn’t). This isn’t an injury this is just cover. Her “injury” has now become a thinly-veiled excuse for playing badly. She’s really turned out to be a disappointment.
I thought I’d look back on years past and reminisce over a time when everything looked rosy, the world was Sparkly’s oyster and Ms. Wie’s endorsement contracts were rolling in. I credit the website
www.jockbio.com for these quotes:
"I might go play the LPGA full-time and then, after I get better, go to the PGA full-time. Or just try to play both. It will be fun." -- That’s worked so well now hasn’t it?
"I don't mind when I hit a ball in the woods. I think of it as an adventure. That's when golf really starts to get interesting." – What an adventure. It’s even more fun if it goes in the water.
"I enjoy the attention. I like the cameras. In a way, they make me play better." -- No question about it, the more face time you get, the better it seems to work.
"My favorite player is Tiger Woods. I think I can beat Tiger when I’m 20. It’s a life goal." – Looking forward to it. I’ll put it on my calendar.
"My ultimate goal is to play in the Masters." -- Just like everyone else’s, but like us, you’ll never get there either.
Ah, the innocence of youth. I cry crocodile tears for you.
Labels: Annika Sorenstam, LPGA, Michelle Wie, The Masters, Tiger Woods
