It’s Monday after the Masters. You know at least one person that was lucky enough to score tickets and go. You on the other hand, watched the first tee shot at work on Thursday. You checked in constantly on Friday. You got drunk on Saturday and bet on your dark horse 4 or 5 shots back. And you finished watching at home on your couch on Sunday.
And after all, that the odds on favorite to win, Scottie Scheffler, won.
But something felt different.
It felt like Tiger. All the drama, all the ties at the top, all the rooting for the underdog. And for what? All to have the world’s number one, Nike sponsored, kinda goofy dude win, again.
We had fan favorite par-vert, Max Homa, brand new Bond villain, Ludvig Aberg and kinda boring, (Sorry, but it’s true) Colin Morikawa, all chasing the man in the Nike hat. And we really knew deep down that no one was going to actually beat him.
Sound familiar?
To anyone old enough to remember how dominant Tiger was, this was the closest thing we have seen to that in a long time. Scottie Scheffler is not Tiger Woods. Let’s be real clear on that. But there’s something nostalgic about watching an emotionless golfer stalk the field on Sunday.
Golf feels exciting again. The LIV Tour and PGA Tour need to get their shit together and figure this out. I don’t know an analogy that makes sense, but something or someone is ready to get fucked. So let’s fuck.
Fans have no idea where the LIV-PGA negotiations are right now, and I don’t think anyone really cares. This all has the feel of your parents arguing. You don’t care why. You don’t care who wins. You just want to know if you’re still getting ice cream. PGA Tour, LIV Tour, some type of player run tour, we just want golf.
There are so many interesting characters playing golf right now. Natural rivalries everywhere. Fandom is cliquey, and that’s a good thing. We all like this guy, we all hate that guy, this guy rocks, and that guy is a douche. To each their own, it’s all good for the game.
This may have been golf at it’s peak.
Look, we’re not at 2005 Tiger chipping in on the 16th at The Masters level yet. But for those who saw it live, you couldn’t help but think it when Scottie almost knocked one on 9 to break the tie at the top.
Scheffler hit that shot on 9 and that pretty much sums up everything I’m trying to say. Yea, I know it didn’t go in, and that’s the point. But it almost did. This is life imitating art, Oscar Wilde style at it’s best! (I know it’s a very obscure reference)
We are so close.
We just need the PGA Tour or LIV Tour or whoever the fuck, to get this ball rolling sooner than later, because Sunday at The Masters gave us a glimpse into what the foreseeable future of golf could look like, and holy shit it looks fun.
The LIV Tour’s slogan is Golf, but louder. The PGA Tour used These Guys are Good until they changed it to something only slightly less cringey, Live Under Par.
Golf right now is not the boring PGA dinosaur and it’s certainly not the “look how cool I am” LIV Tour. How about we just call it golf and let the generation that watches it define it.
That might sound corny, but golf was coolest when Chi Chi Rodriguez and his afro having caddie stood in the fairway in 1975. They didn’t have to tell you what cool was. It just was.
