Wells Fargo winner
Quail Hollow’s Cloudy Future
Francesco Molinari Reigns In Spain
Funk Upstages Lehman
Along Came Rickie
That deafening sigh of relief you just heard
exploded from the PGA Tour’s paneled inner
Rickie Fowler, all bright colors, bold game
and big dreams, defeated world No. 1 Rory
McIlroy and D.A. Points with a short birdie putt
on the first hole of sudden death Sunday to win
the Wells Fargo Championship and energize
American professional golf.
It was Fowler’s first win as a pro in the
States. And it couldn’t have come at a better
time for his Tour.
Just days earlier, when it looked like the
gifted and glib Bubba Watson might replace
the disgraced and distant Tiger Woods as a
lead U.S. story with legs, Watson announced
his withdrawal from this week’s Players
You’ll pardon the bosses at Ponte Vedra
Beach if they privately cursed the luck of their
signature event. And you’ll excuse them for
wanting to drown their sorrows in Cutty Sark,
giving new meaning to the words “Fifth Major.”
Woods’ missed cut at Quail Hollow set
the Twitterverse on fire where there was no
shortage of cheap shots about the wildly
inconsistent state of his game and his efforts to
control the media – this time with an Orwellian
video that looked more like a badly produced
Now that Tiger can’t hit the ball on the
planet anymore under pressure, typed one
snarky Tweetmeister, it makes perfect sense
that he has moved to Jupiter.
And then along came Rickie. He’s young.
He’s marketable. And his demographic is
almost as important as his look is brash.
Have another scotch after all, Commissioner.