I never ever thought in a gazillion years I would utter this. "Hurry back Tiger...Please".
I'm no Tiger lover, Phil's my guy but after sitting at home resting my weary bones watching yesterday's final round of the Bridgestone Invitational I can now draw a pretty easy conclusion. Phil you, STINK.
The next time you have a swing lesson, how about having the guy start with how to hit it straight. Those trees you see on each side of the fairway are in fact hazardous to your game, not some hiking path to pack a lunch and wonder aimlessly. I know you're from San Diego and love the beach, but sand on a golf course is not a place to take your pail and build sand castles. Stay out at all costs
Who dresses you? Those shirts you wore on Saturday and Sunday! No man alive and maybe that's your problem would be caught in. It's also time to get rid of that "YES MAN" on the bag. You need someone to hammer you over the head with a 1 Iron whenever you want to pull a "Phil" and hit one of those only Phil can hit shots. It's all about winning pal. Tiger had to be home laughing his ass off waiting for you to hand another tournament away. This time to Vijay. Did you notice this guy had a little difficulty with the watermelon caught in his throat making 3-4 foot putts.
It's PGA week and a major. Remember "Tin Cup" Fairways and Greens.
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Phil may never win a major again. His collapse at the US Open a year ago will haunt him forever. But that's what makes him popular - beneath his talent, he's as angst-ridden as the rest of us.
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