He is a millionaire, ten times over, obviously having enjoyed a very good living, especially for a former credit union teller. He has his degree, in Business Administration. He knows his business. It happens to be professional golf. You wouldn’t wait in line to watch him, or likely recognize him in an airport, but he’s very, very good. You couldn’t hang with him, ever. He’s a pro. Anyone who can survive and thrive, as he has, for 17 years, has succeeded by any measure in a business famous for chewing up young phenomenons and spitting them out.
He is PGA Tourist
Woodrow Austin. And he’s not going to Carnoustie. Woodrow, my boy, you know best what’s right for Woodrow, and no one would ever deign to tell you differently.
You, sir, are the reason that these United States is turning into a third world power in golf. Don't kid yourself, if it weren’t for Tiger, the bottom would have dropped out. Australia, Argentina, Spain, we’d be right there in the mix but far from preeminence. The best golfer in Texas right now? K.J. Choi of The Woodlands in Houston. Not that the current state of affairs wasn’t inevitable or part of the ebb and flow of golf. Once, Great Britain had to look itself in the mirror and realize that we, upstarts from a new world, had dug their grave and were dancing on it, and it wasn't going to change anytime soon. That was a long time ago. We've had a good run. It's now just about over.
You sir, are the new poster child; all because of this self-deprecating statement and your fateful decision.
For the record, Woody told the BBC:
"I don't know how to play that type of golf. I would probably go and shoot two high numbers and make a fool of myself."
Maybe so. Stay home. Wear your silly shirts. You’re my pick to win the Fruit of the Loom Points Race. Fat and sassy. Soft. That's us, Yanks. You stick with home cooking and a favorable exchange rate and all the comforts of home. But please, friends, save your angst the next time – and the time after that, and, likely, the time after that – when someone from Fiji or Paraguay or Sweden gets it done, and wins what Faldo called the little cups. The meaningful wins don’t come easy, wrapped in nice neat packages. You have to go get them. Even Hogan understood that. But of course he never made anything like the money a champion the caliber of Woody Austin makes. And, no, he won't be missed.
(Good on you, Hunter Mahan, for showing the right attitude.) -0-
http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/golf/6285310.stm
