Regarding Sergio: Over the years, I've seen several tour pros take a nasty divot out of the bent with one angry chop.
I loved last night's Super Bowl. Old-time hockey, and the right team won. That used to be the final score of every college game I covered.
Hate to see the best golf announcer on TV hang it up. Johnny Miller and my ownself won a pro/scribe event once upon a time in Spain. When I reminded him of it not long ago, Johnny said, "We're undefeated."
Seems like only yesterday that golf fans were excited about Rory, Jordan and Justin, the New Breed. Now they have to learn how to spell Koepka, DeChambeau and Schauffele. Has my career meant nothing?
Since 41 is the only prez who ever tolerated me as a guest at the White House, Camp David, and Kennebunkport, of course I mourn his leave-taking. But mainly I mourn for the nation's loss of a great man.
Dave Anderson was a great press-box friend, a friend of sports, a dogged reporter, and a polished writer. His only handicap was that we agreed on too many things.
Brooks Koepka has been annoyed that he hasn't been getting regular invitations to the press tent. If he wants to come in and dish on the latest with Dustin Johnson, we'll send the invite with gold lettering.
If the reports I'm reading are accurate, three of our Ryder Cuppers—Dustin, Koepka and Reed—showed more fight off the course than on.
After throwing a tantrum about not being paired with Jordan Spieth, Patrick Reed might not want to rely on a captain's pick for any future Ryder Cup rodeos.
That golf course outside Paris mainly exposed how easy our PGA Tour courses are set up. Golf used to reward skill.
Flipping through the media guide and found a fun fact: It took 937 nails to construct Brooks Koepka.
This thing is far from hopeless for the USA. At this moment, our guys are up close and personal in 10 matches.
This can't be a good sign: While he wasn't looking, the U.S. team just slipped a couple of extra sleeves of balls into Patrick Reed's golf bag.