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July 2008 - Posts

  • The Good-bye, The Sorry and The Amazing

    Hope this post finds you well… This week, instead of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, we have The Good-bye, The Sorry and The Amazing.

    The Good-bye – It is hard to believe, but over the next four days we will say goodbye to Annika Sorenstam’s major career, at least for a while.  I think I am one of many who hopes Annika pulls a Brett Favre and at the beginning of 2009 will announce that she wants to continue to play.  She, however, would be welcomed with absolutely open arms.

    Since 1995, Annika has been the face of Women’s golf, and what a face it has been.  A woman with an incredible desire to succeed; a woman with style; a woman that has put the game of golf on her back and said, “follow me to success”; a woman who leads by example, who is always looking for the elusive 58 and believes she can do it; a woman who has given back to the game at a greater level than she has taken.

    In this final season, Annika has done what she does best: she wants to go out on top.  “I will not go quietly into the darkness,” says Annika.  And while she won’t make it to the number one ranking (Lorena just won’t be caught), Annika is doing everything possible to end the season Number 1 on the money list.

    I will miss Annika; I don’t want her to go.  In the prime of her career, Annika has chosen to chase children, a husband and a business career rather than a golf ball and while I hate that she is doing that, I do understand. 

    Annika Sorenstam is a class act.  When she chose to play in a PGA Tour event, she realized how important it was to the rest of the women of golf.  She did her week with class and understated elegance.

    She never attacked the PGA Tour Players that said it was wrong.  She kept her goal in mind and worked towards that goal.  Even with all the media frenzy (and let me tell you what a jungle it was, people from every woman’s magazine in the world asking the most stupid questions) Annika stayed focused on her goal… to play her game and make the cut.  And while she missed the cut, the world smiled on Annika for the way she handled the situation.

    Goodbye Annika – please come back soon.

    The Sorry – It is hard to believe that over the next few days, we get more everything of Michele Wie.  Anyone been watching The Golf Channel?  Every promo for the Reno-Tahoe has Michele. 

    I will not spend much time on this topic.  It is quite simple.  If you watch the PGA Tour on The Golf Channel, miss it this weekend.  Send letters to The Golf Channel asking them:

    • What has Michele Wie achieved to have her face in a promo for a PGA Tour event?
    • Don’t you, The Golf Channel, believe you are lowering your standards by promoting a participant that does not belong in the event? 

    Seriously, we as the viewers have to start saying no to this.  And there are not many ways to do that.

    So, why do I call this “The Sorry?”  It is very simple.  There is no question that Michele Wie has something.  I’m not real sure if it is a golf game - we will hopefully find out someday.  But, she has that quality.  A quality that could do more than anyone to help grow the women’s game.  A game that is, in some cases, responsible for her wealth.  So, The Sorry is because Michele Wie is no Annika Sorenstam.  Hell, at this point Michele Wie is no Michele Wie.  The great athletes do for others.  The great athletes carry their team on their back.  The great athletes put the game first.  From all that, they become great.  They don’t promote themselves into greatness.  THAT IS ALWAYS SHORT LIVED.

    I wish, above all else, that Michele would hire me to manage her career.  It certainly couldn’t hurt.  Send those letters and emails:  Boycott the Reno-Tahoe.

    The Amazing – I think America has found our next Trip Kuehne. 

    At 6 years old, a young boy named Jeffrey Edelman began playing golf.  Over the next 12 years, Edelman won many, many tournaments and the State Golf Championships at Southlake.  He was one of America’s top ranked junior players. 

    He was offered a scholarship to Duke University.  Jeff also happens to be a straight A student.  Jeff headed to Duke with his clubs in one arm and school books in the other.  During his freshman year, he played in a number of events and kept improving.  He was on his way, a great college golfing career and then on to, hopefully, the PGA Tour.

    But something happened along the way.  Some family problems at home got to the young man.  He found college life to be something he truly enjoyed.  He starting working out and soon became a workout addict.  During the summer of 2007, Jeffrey rarely played or practiced.  He was trying to “figure out his life.”  He came to a decision that I’m not sure I could have made.

    He chose his life over golf.  After speaking to his parents and his coach, Hank Haney, Jeffrey went back to school and resigned from the Duke Golf Team.  When I asked him why, he said, “Mr. Gribin, I want to enjoy my college experience and get good grades.  You can’t do that and play golf also.”  Much wiser than his years, Jeffrey Edelman has spent the last 8 months playing one or two rounds of golf.

    But Jeff found something during his time off.  He found that he still loves to compete.  So Edelman entered the US Amateur qualifying field.  He spent the last couple of weeks working hard on his game.

    This past Monday, with his father on the bag, Jeffrey Edelman won his qualifying tournament at Sky Creek Ranch.  He shot 68/74.  Walking 36 holes in one day at 103 degrees is hard enough, doing it at 2 under par is amazing.

    So good luck Jeffrey Edelman, you enjoy your amateur status and becoming the next Trip Kuehne.  Family and friends first, work second and golf third.  It is still a great life.




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  • Greg Norman

    Hope you are all doing well…

    Ok – Here we go. I can see the letters and anger coming already.  Greg Norman winning the Open Championship would have been the worst thing to ever happen in golf.  There, I’ve said it.  Sure, it was exciting.  Sure, it was fun to watch.  Sure, we all expected him to fold like a paper airplane.  My point however is that I do not want my Champion Golfer of the Year being someone that really does not like playing golf, let alone someone that has not made a commitment to the game, especially someone that has made hundreds of millions of dollars from the game.  I am pretty sure that many years ago, Norman loved the game of golf, but not much anymore.

    I had the opportunity to interview Norman, one on one, a few months back.  During the interview I asked if he missed playing.  “Absolutely not,” he said. I got the distinct impression that Norman has not enjoyed playing for many years.  I think it came easy.  Greg Norman had as much natural ability as anyone, ever.  Greg Norman enjoyed making money.  In my opinion, Greg Norman lost whatever passion he had for the game and played because he got him what he truly loved, being a businessman.  Greg Norman got what he wanted from the game.

    Let’s compare Faldo and Norman.  Most hated Faldo - the villain.  Faldo with the sour face, the mean look; Norman, with the straw hat; the blond hair and the great smile.  The bigger difference, Norman had all the talent and not much drive; Faldo, ok talent, but incredible drive, an endless desire for perfection.  Give me the Faldo’s every time. 

    If Norman had won it would have been a slap in the face of every golfer that spends hour after hour on the driving range working endlessly on his game. 

    Padrig Harrington won’t make millions from the win.  He doesn’t have a clothing line or much of anything else.  He just has a golf game that makes me proud to be a golfer.  Don’t get me wrong: what Greg Norman has done with his professional life is amazing.  He has taken being a golfer and turned it into an empire.  I give him plenty of credit for that; I just don’t want him being the Champion Golfer of the Year.

    Two other notes… this has nothing to do with age.  I love the fact that he played so great at 53.  I envy Kenny Perry and Tommy Armour.  I just wish Norman had their passion for the game.  Finally, if you think I am wrong, let’s see if Greg chooses to play in the PGA.

    I finally figured it out this week.  All I have to do is be very bad at my profession… then screw up so I can get in trouble.  In other words, be disqualified, and for doing all that I will get a tremendous raise.  Isn’t that in fact what happened to Michele Wie this week?  After playing horrible golf for the last year, she manages to get herself disqualified last weekend for failing to sign her scorecard and now she gets a sponsor’s exemption into another PGA Tour event. 

    SHAME ON YOU, RENO-TAHOE… SHAME ON YOU.  For those that read my newsletter each week, you know that I have been blaming the Tournament Directors for asking Michele and John to their events.  Well, it has not seemed to make a difference (of course, who am I).  So now I make a plea to each of you.  Boycott the events.  Please.  Until we, the fans, stop attending, it seems they see that as a sign to keep inviting.  We have to show that we really mean it; that they, the Tournament Directors, must stop giving unwarranted sponsors exemptions in the name of fan appreciation.

    The last time I checked, this is the PGA Tour, not Ringling Brothers.  If a Tour event honestly believes they need Michele Wie, maybe it is time for that event to move into the Fall Series.  Let’s give the dates to people that want to make a Tour event.  Please see Wachovia, just six years old.  I know not every tour event is going to get the best players, but build a great event and many will come.  And that, my friends, is enough.  Maybe the Sacramento Kings need Michele.  Think she would say yes to that?

    We can all name at least 10 players, professional and amateur, that would make better exemptions.  What can we do as a group of loving fans to stop these people from giving exemptions in our name?  There is only one thing and you know what it is.

    You know, I really don’t like being angry.  I so love this game.  I so enjoy the PGA Tour and what it has given us this year.  Maybe it’s time to just accept it and move on… or not.

     




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  • Random thoughts waiting for my plane from Chicago...

    Ok, tell the truth.  How many of you did what I did and turned off the television after Roger went down 2 sets to love?  I don’t care what the ratings said… I know you did it, too.  Thank God, I Tivo’d the event and got to watch the greatest tennis match of all time.

    Are you missing Tiger already too?  Thank God for Tommy Armour.  I knew there was some reason to watch the AT&T.  Yeah, Anthony Kim is pretty good too, but watching the 48 year old play the best golf of this career is really fun.

    The question of the week:  HOW MUCH WOULD YOUR HANDICAP RISE IF YOU PLAYED BY EVER RULE FOR THE NEXT TWENTY ROUNDS?  This question has been rumbling through my head for over a week.  I am thinking of writing a book about the rules we forgive the most.  What do you think?

    I have to admit, I love my work.  I am the luckiest guy alive.  I have the best listeners… I have the greatest sponsors… and for the last 7 years I have had the opportunity to take over 8,000 golfers to play in over 160 outings.  On Monday we go to Gentle Creek, what more could you ask for?

    Another favorite part of my job is getting the chance to play some of America’s favorite courses.  In the last 5 weeks, I have played Congressional Country Club and this last Tuesday, I played Shoal Creek.  You remember: the country club in Alabama that had a small problem with allowing African-Americans into the club.  Well, politics aside, this is one of the most amazing golf courses in America.  Way underrated in every Top 100.  My bet - not a lot of raters heading to Birmingham.  Let me tell you, this is one spectacular site.  Every hole is totally tree-lined with incredible mountains surrounding.

    Hey, check out the new website.  One of the best new parts… the ability to prepay for your outings.  No more standing in lines.  And also, check out the new membership program - more than 20 rounds of golf with half being on the weekends.

    Speaking of Tommy Armour, how stupid is this one?  To add excitement to the tournaments over the past few weeks, the Tour and the Open Championship decided to give exemptions to the players earning the most money for a period of time.  The winner, Kenny Perry, has decided to not play in the Open.  Many are criticizing him; not me tough, I have no problem with his choice.  My problem comes from not moving down the list to give another player the exemption.  Why do something logical like that?  Nope.  What seems strange to me about this is that Perry had announced he was not going to travel across the pond.  Why not remove his name from the list?  Anyone notice the Fed Ex Cup leader list lately: no Tiger Woods.

    After twenty years, Conde Nast, a unit of Advanced Communications, has chosen to close Golf for Women.  It is amazing, what can we do to help in the growth of the game when things like this take place?

    Got to catch my plane…  Short story this week.  More to come…




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  • Finding the Zone

    There have been three times in my life that I have been lucky enough to enter “THE SPORTS ZONE.”  Those of us that play sports on a regular basis are aware of that place.  A cosmic area where you can do no wrong.  Where the game comes easy.  You see the ball the moment it leaves a pitcher’s hand.  A grounder takes that bad hop and becomes a single.  You play your sport believing you can do no wrong… that you are Tiger or Michael or Babe.  We pray for these times, but they seldom choose our body for entrance.

    My first zone came while playing high school basketball.  I was a junior.  I could always play; I could always shoot.  You know those that can’t jump (white guys) were able to shoot.  Back at the turn of the previous century when I played, there was no three point line. Anyway, beginning the second half of our season, we played Birmingham High.  I went 7 for 7 from the outside and 8 for 8 from the free throw line.  These kinds of stats continued for 8 more games and at the end I had made 45 of 48 shots and 36 straight free throws.  The zone is an amazing place.

    My second entrance into the zone came at the most mysterious time.  I had just left my first wife (no, I will not tell you the story).  Working in the Radio business in Los Angeles, a very big part of our lives was the Advertising Softball league.  There were about 25 teams in the league.  Extremely competitive.  The goal each year was to win the league and receive and all-expense paid trip to San Francisco to play against other city ad league teams.  The competition was always great.  I was a decent high pitch player.  Never a great hitter, I was a fantastic defensive left-center fielder.  So the playoffs start and you had to win 8 straight games to win the Championship.  I’m not sure if I was more relaxed having just become single or I just got lucky, but during those games a total sense of magic entered my body.  Over the 8 games, I went 31 for 32; my only out was a ball heading over the fence stopped by an incredible grab by the outfielder.  Hell, in two games they even intentionally walked me.  We got to
    San Francisco and the magical force continued.  I have never in my life felt such power over my body and my opponents.

    Last week, with my wife and kids in Los Angeles for some well-deserved vacation, we got a call that my mother-in-law’s nurse was outside her apartment banging on the door and that Nikki (Sandie’s mom) was not answering.  I rushed over and had the apartment management team break through the door to find my wife’s mother and absolute best friend lying dead in her bed.  There is nothing harder than telling your wife that her mom had passed.  While Sandie and the boys were rushing back, I spent the day taking care of Nikki and cleaning out her apartment (something I knew Sandie would never be able to do.) 

    After not sleeping and holding my wife as she cried the night away, I convinced Sandie to get away for awhile and watch Will, Doug and me play golf.  This is not something Sandie does very often.  Actually never.

    The zone works in mysterious ways.  You never know when it will appear and just as important, you never know how long it will remain with you.  Whether it was Niklki saying thanks; God making me look good to my wife; just being totally relaxed from being so tired… I proceeded to shot 33 on the front and ended the round at 2 under par. 

    Every shot was easy.  I saw the lines; the cup was huge.  The next day we did it again and I shot one under par. Sandie was like a girlfriend on a first date - all excited that her man was so impressive.  It was fun to put a smile on her face.

    On Tuesday of this week I was supposed to play in the Media Day at The Honors Club in Carrollton.  Formerly the Columbian CC, Honors is without a doubt one of the best kept secrets in the metroplex.  For almost 60 years this has been one of our best gems and no one knows.

    I did not want to leave my wife, but she said go ahead.  (Now, let me say this is not normal for Sandie to say go play.)  At the end of the round we checked the scorecard and 71 looked great.  Three straight rounds under par.

    The ZONE is an amazing place.  I hope and pray that each of you get to know how it feels.  I know about making money… I know about being a great husband and dad, but as someone that loves playing sports… there is nothing like BEING IN THE ZONE.

    I know it won’t last, but I am enjoying it while it is here.

    A couple of thoughts on Drug Testing –

    1. Again I ask, “why?”  Our sport is self-imposed.  It is what makes golf the greatest of games.  There are no umpires; there are no referees.  There is one player playing a game and calling penalties on him/herself. With that being the case, why do we need testing?  This was a bad move for golf. 
    2. When jokes are reality!  In the past two weeks, I have been asked about 100 times, “who will replace Tiger?”  My answer continues to be the same, “no one.”  Let me give you a perfect example of what I mean.  Agree with me or not, most jokes come from reality and insecurity.  Right?

    The following was Top 10 player Steve Stricker’s response when asked about drug-testing: "All we have to test is one guy because we can't beat him, anyway."

    Is there one player with kahones? 

    Have a great week… find the zone.

     




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