Furyk wants his team to return from Paris with the Ryder Cup trophy in hand. But he knows from experience that the captain can’t play the shots.
Despite golf’s stoical nature and conservative roots, nobody in golf seemed particularly moved or shocked by what Fujikawa revealed.
In his prime, Woods owned Saturdays like the NFL owns Sundays. But what Tiger needs on his Saturday at Aronimink is his Thursday. That is, the 62 he shot in the first round of this BMW Championship.
The Ryder Cup is not about money, but about pride, patriotism, and team. And this may be the best team Phil and Tiger have ever been on together.
Maybe you wish Woods was more outspoken, in the mold of Jackie Robinson or a Billie Jean King. He’s not built for that kind of attention.
Woods played four rounds of golf here. He finished—who really cares? You’d be hard-pressed to call any one of his shots meaningful.
The FedEx Cup and PGA Championship as we know it will soon be gone. But there are wonderful memories to reflect upon.
Just as he did last month at Carnoustie, Woods stirred memories of his former greatness at Bellerive. And he nearly won.
Koepka, known in this bureau as 205 pounds of golfing whoop-ass, is putting more hurt on his opponents.
This story, about grass, will likely be the most important story you will read this week.