Date Written: June 23, 2008
The word among serious journalists is that bloggers are way too harsh. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. Please hear my confession. I am guilty...guilty of a lot of things including bad blogging. In my defense though, you must understand...I can't help myself. Sometimes my six year old bathroom humor gets the best of me. I know in my heart that it's cheap to make fun of another because their name happens to be weird. Take "Cink" for example. It's way too easy to conjure up all kinds of bathroom and golf analogies. Can't you see how easy it is to substitute words like tank, drain, toilet, sewer, poo-poo, flush...whatever, to describe one's golf game? 'N Cink hisself would probably be the first to admit that his inablitity to "finish" hasn't been realized. He's blown a bunch of opportunities to win in his career. Because he's been such a highly-regarded player, he must know that he has to endure the bad metaphors to his last name. Hence the photo above might represent all his missed opportunities. Despite my attempts at bad humor, I am really not alone in my opinion. A dry and sober quote from a real journalist affiliated with the Associated Press said, "Stewart Cink has a reputation as a good golfer who just can't finish off a tournament."Well...Stewie "The Cink" tried hard to live DOWN to his reputation at this past weekend's Traveler's. He hit a couple of shots on the last nine holes that even had the TV commentators scratching their collective heads. He fatted a wedge on a par four that was 40 yards short of his target. Then, on the 72nd hole, leading by one shot, he hit a giant 365 yard, blocked drive that some estimated was 50 yards offline. Luckily, he managed to convert each frightful miscue (read "choke") into an up-and-down par, thereby avoiding a playoff with defending champ, Hunter Mahan and aging Tommy Armour, III. In one last attempt at bad, childish humor; if back-nine stress is the primary cause of hair loss, it's no wonder Mr. Cink's going bald.
T'was a nice payoff for seven of us who just missed with Mahan to repeat...Lord Kerrick being one of the astutes. Corn Beef Taco's standing in third place was also greased a bit.
Onward to the next, Tiger-less tour stop, The Buick Open in Michigan. The field looks like a Nationwide event, with most of the bigger names taking the week off. Now we can begin the countdown to The British. We are only five weeks away from their OPEN which will, obviously, be Tiger-less too. As a matter of fact, the whole next year just might be Tiger-less, given the severity of the damage to his ACL and micro-fractures to the tibia of his left leg.
In this celebrity-driven, market-oriented world, the question arises, what's an event worth without a headliner? The PGA has long known the value of Tiger as it translates to the TV engine that runs their machine. Without question, their ratings will plummet. When and if Tiger ever decides to retire, the Tour will have to renegotiate their TV contract downward. For now, we'll have to endure a different spin that will come from their publicity machine. They will try to somehow convince us that there product is still valuable to watch without Tiger in attendance. I'll just say good luck. Anybody out there want to watch 3 hours of golf to eventually see a playoff between Tim Herron and Dudley Hart?
Lastly this week, I hope Tiger comes to the realization that he doesn't need to kill himself in the gym in order to play well. Slow down pal, you've got a whole life to live. If you need a golfing fix, we've got a skins game on Sundays up here in Idaho which you could play left-handed. I can almost guarantee you can make twenty bucks a week.
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