1. The LPGA. Hey Mike Whan, your last two major championship winners are Cristie Kerr and Paula Creamer, and Lexi Thompson is coming like a freight train. So how are things these days, Commish?
2. Wisconsin. Stricks played out of his mind to grab another win and all the PGA Championship previews are coming out featuring pics of Whistling Straits that are nothing less than golf porn.
3. The Molinari boys. I’m still not sure which one prevailed, but it’s pretty damn cool that brothers played together in the final pairing of the final round. Maybe I’m a sadist, but I would’ve loved to have seen a playoff between them. Maybe this week.
4. Paul Goydos. “Sunshine” shot 59 and still couldn’t win but he absorbed it with his usual caustic wit. I enjoy watching him play, but I really can’t wait til this guy is in a TV booth full-time.
5. The Auld Grey Toon. There’s no place in golf more magical. And I like the course, too.
1. Cristie Kerr. She had a chance to do something monumental but reverted to her old self-defeating ways on the weekend. But she’s as resilient as Phil Mickelson, so expect more triumphs, and brutal defeats.
2. K.J. Choi. Dude putted side-saddle at the Deere, which is the ultimate admission of defeat.
3. West Coast golf fans. Rise and shine, people, the Open telecast starts at 4 a.m. Look on the bright side: you don’t live in Hawaii.
4. Phil Mickelson. For the first two rounds of the Open he’s paired with Goosen and Montgomerie — a zombie and a horse’s ass, respectively.
5. Mrs. Calcavecchia. Her hubby as a 6:30 a.m. tee time on Friday. Calc is grouchy enough already. Imagine him waking up at 4 a.m. after having just shot 78.