Sunday, July 1, 2018

Quicken Loans and second-class Tiger Woods

I think I'm finally beginning to get my head around the concept of why some peoples in countries far away get so worked up as to flog themselves in the streets.

One need only look at Tiger Woods groupies. Or long-suffering Detroit Lions fans, for that matter. They seem to have taken a very strange/scary mixture of adoration, faith, hope, and never say die to limits most sane people would consider mad dog rabid at best, and perhaps completely insane -- outta here/wacko/nut job at worst. How else to explain how so many still believe Eldrick Tont Woods will return to his former greatness? Or the Lions have a chance of going to the Super Bowl every year? It's utter madness. Lunacy. Like expecting Dems and Reps to stop with the partisanship and childish insults to accomplish something worthwhile for the people of the country. Ain't gonna happen. It just is what it is.

The Lions next season of futility is still a couple months away from starting, but Tiger mania is in full swing.

This time it was the Quicken Loans Open, a second, or even third class tournament as contests go on the PGA tour.

Quick quiz.

What do Dustin Johnson, Justin Thomas, Justin Rose, Jason Day, Jordan Spieth, Rory McIlroy, Henrik Stinson, Bubba Watson, Jon Rahm, Patrick Reed, and yep, even Lefty Phil have in common?

A few things. They're all world class golfers. They, and at least 50-60 others are ranked higher than one Tiger Woods, and none of them showed up for the Quicken Loans tournament.

So this was Eldrick's big chance to finally get that -- sound the trumpets -- elusive win he hasn't been able to pull off for five years or so. A lifetime in the world of sports.

Yep, Tiger was competing against the most watered down field since maybe Donald and Hillary were going through the primaries a while back.

The glass half-fullers -- disciples -- will say he finished in fourth place. They're likely busy bringing themselves to climaxes by flogging themselves in ecstasy right about now. Hey, different strokes. Ahem.

But the sane people would counter with --he finished 10 strokes back -- a ton -- from the eventual winner of the tourney.

That winner turned out to be one Francesco Molinari. For some reason that name rings a bell. Does he have a brand of spaghetti sauce he markets on the side? Cheese? Pasta? A combination of the three? Dunno, but it has a certain ring to it.

Meanwhile, dear Eldrick also finished behind one Ryan Armour. Ever heard of him? Not me.

And Song hoon Kang. Does that same name have a number on Chinese food menus? A special of some sort? Does it come with an egg roll and a couple fortune cookies? Beats me, but sounds like it could.

Dear Tiger tied with Abraham Ancer for fourth place. Surely you've heard of Abe.

And a single stroke ahead of Bronson Burgoon. Huh?

Let's just say this wasn't exactly a murderer's row field Eldrick was competing against. More like a minor league contest.

And he still couldn't get anywhere near winning.

How do you think he'll fare when the "big boys" show up for the next tournament that actually matters to them?

So OK. Let the self-floggers have at it again. To each their own. Whatever floats their boats.

But I'll never understand why people would continue to subject themselves to such punishment for a hopeless cause.

 



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