Bryson is a bit like Tyson: He'll chew your ear off at times-some.
Phil's still got skills the way he hits those pills willy nils.
Dustin sounds like Justin, but Justin is no Dustin.
Rory's still bound for glory, but keep your eyes peeled to this ever-changing story.
Jordan's putter can heat up like a '57 Ford 'ns.
Zander's Dad loves that gold around the neck of his young lad.
Brooks keeps a looks out for Bryson who bites like Tyson.
A rose is a rose is a rose as steady as that English Justin Rose...I suppose.
Cam Smith from down under should name his putter thunder.
Big Jon Rahm hits drives like a bomb, plays with aplomb, following the beat...of his own drum.
With Jess and Nell Korda with swings like they oughta, with drives that do soarda, lorda, lorda, these two sisters Korda.
Collin Morikawa hits irons that tower, and putts that drop into the hole. He never gets flustered, nor battered, nor blustered, although he is young, he seems old.
Matt Wolff, like his namesake, is sly, crafty, and self-made. Like a copter, his swing takes him far. At times overdoes it, two forward, one backward. Needs tuning at times, like a car.
Viktor Hovland, from Norway with more fjords than highways, knows his way around parklands and links. He handles them all like Labron does a ball. This kid's got quite a future, me thinks.
Tiger Woods, if he could, would play as he should if he could he would play as he should. But he can’t it. Damn it!
Inbee has often been winbee.
Brooke, by hook or by crook, is never mistook...for wallflower or book.
Almost without failey, the drives of John Daly will soar and will sailey as far as air mailey.
Lee Westwood did marry his wife who carries his golf clubs and luggage I guess. Not a bad deal as those bells they did peel. His cards he plays close to his chest.
Sweet Lydia Ko everyone thought was finished a few years ago. But this lady came back like Patton on track, to again play to win, place, or show.
Kevin Na now walks to the hole before his putts go in. But once he had the yips so bad, he could not his swing begin.
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OK, that's it for now, kids. More another time when your ole looper poet rests his marbles a bit.
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But one more update: Instead of a new driver, I got a senior shaft installed in my near ancient Ping G30, and man, did that baby perform for me. Continuing right down the middle with decent enough distance to get me within reach of greens (full disclosure: I'm playing from the forward tees). It was one of the best total driving days I've ever had, including even before I got sick with cancer. I broke 90 and was a very happy senior golfer. More on my technique in another post.
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Nelly Korda wins gold for the U.S., with Japan's More Inami taking silver, and New Zealand's Lydia Ko the bronze. Congrats to all you fine women pros. Twenty-two year old Nelly remains Number One in the world. You've got some catching up to do with your little sister, Jess!
Nelly showed great grace, grit, and resilience when she blew two chips early in the final round for a double, and a three-shot lead, but then rebounded beautifully for two straight birds to right the ship. As this is the kind of mindful golf I discuss in my book, I present her with my Mindful Golfer of the Year award!