The last couple of weeks have seen the mayhem and madness of Phoenix, followed by the usual Pebble Beach disaster. The crowd behavior in Phoenix was rowdy at best, and at times downright boorish, perhaps closer to a soccer atmosphere than golf. I was standing next to the armed person when he was pounced on by police, so it was something of a relief to get to Pebble Beach, where at least most of the lunatics are inside the ropes.
What about the rock? Well, I have only one thing to say about that. I don't care if it was visible from space, it was still movable. If the professional golfing bodies, i.e., the PGA Tour, the European Tour, etc., continue to allow the amateurs, i.e., the USGA and the R&A to make the rules for the professional game, this is what we can expect. We, as professionals are the cutting edge of the sport, and our players' livelihoods are the stake. We should be in charge, so mistakes like this don't happen. So there. All credit to Tiger though for using a dopey rule to his advantage. Lord knows there are enough of them that can hurt you.
On a brighter note, the Late Night Show, hosted by McCord and me has, for some unknown reason, been a runaway success so far. There are obviously a lot of sick people out there, ones who have difficulty sleeping. In the next couple of weeks, we're hoping to hijack the blimp for one of our features. Believe it or not, it actually takes about three days to shoot those two 15-minute shows, due to a combination of our lack of competence and the fact that we can't stop laughing at each other.
The curse of the lifetime shank goes to whoever stole Steve Flesch's golf clubs out of the car at Phoenix. It's always a bummer to lose your bats, but when you play for a living it's worse. Steve, of course, is left-handed. Last I heard, the Scottsdale police were looking for a right-handed Irishman playing very badly.