Nick Faldo was a six-time major winner but not popular.
Nasty Nick, they called him, or worse, Nick the
(rhymes with Brick).
A plinker in the Funk mold, Faldo
quit winning when Tiger and friends started knocking
three-irons past his drives. He dumped his longtime swing guru,
David Leadbetter. Dumped his second wife for a college golfer who
pummeled his Porsche with a nine-iron when he dumped her too.
Heh-heh, chortled Brit writers, serves the bugger right.
He got the last laugh, morphing into the best golf talker since
Says David Feherty, “It’s a miracle! He fit right in with
us.” The two became colleagues last October when Faldo, who had
spent three years with ABC, was signed as CBS’s lead analyst, replacing
Lanny Wadkins. Faldo and Feherty turned pro on the same day
in 1976 and played the Euro tour for decades, but they weren’t
“I’m not sure Nick had a friend on tour,” says Feherty. “I
mean, I knew the guy for 30 years and never knew he was funny.”
Faldo: “As a player I was head down, blinkers on. Totally focused
inside my cocoon. I wish I could have jumped in and out of that
cocoon, but I couldn’t. Not without losing focus on my golf.”
The new Faldo — Nice Nick — was in a pickle last summer as he
readied to play the British Open. During the ’05 Buick Invitational
he had critiqued a lousy shot by Tiger Woods (“a complete fan
and miss”), who then froze him out. They hadn’t spoken in 18
months when they were paired for the first two rounds. Tiger said
he’d be “surprised” if they spoke.
But Faldo had a plan.
“There were bookies offering odds of 25 to 1 that we’d come to
blows that day! So I said, ‘Tiger, I’ve got a deal for you.'”
Woods gave him the glacier gaze.
“They’ve got it 25 to 1 that we’ll fight,” Faldo said. “Let’s take
the bet and throw a few punches.”
Woods nodded. “I’ll put $2 million on it,” he said.
“So you win $50 million? O.K., I’ll only take 20 percent.”
Woods went on to win his third British Open, while
Nick got two rounds’ worth of on-course insight to use in the booth.
“The bottom line is that I need information from Tiger,” says Faldo,
who used to grouse about announcers who don’t bother to work
the locker room and the range. (Listening, Johnny?) “What’s he
thinking? What’s he doing with his swing? That’s what viewers want to know. And as long as he and I
are talking, I can find out.”
to wander the range, chatting up players
he would have ignored in the old
“I look for little scoops — tidbits
from a player’s life, or what he’s trying
with his swing,” he says.
the usual stats (“Anyone can quote
numbers from ShotLink”), Faldo hunts
for more revealing facts: Who prefers
the front or back nine; who tends to
butcher a particular hole.
And he’s not afraid to air an opinion.
• “I liked playing practice rounds alone.
I was working while other guys were
mucking around, playing for money.”
• “My swing was all tempo. The new golf swing is about explosiveness
from shoulder and hip rotation. It’s almost a martial-arts move.”
• “Drug testing scares me. It’s tough to speak out against it because
it looks as if you favor drugs, but what about false positives?
What if you use the wrong nasal spray? One positive test
and you’re done. Ruined. If golf is to have a drug-testing plan, it
better be a damn good one. Foolproof.”
• “Johnny Miller’s my favorite announcer.
Peter Alliss’s golfing
knowledge isn’t up there with
Johnny’s. Peter is king of the talkers,
though. He could go on about
a ham sandwich for minutes with
no repetition, no hesitations — the
smoothest ham-sandwich monologue
you ever heard.”
So far, so good. Faldo is infinitely
better than Wadkins, and he
passed two crucial tests this spring:
He stayed off Tiger’s hit list and survived
his first Masters.
tiptoeing through the azaleas
at Augusta, saying nothing too
irreverent, he enters May as golf’s leading voice. And now there’s a
backlash: Bloggers have called him “flippant, arrogant. . . . Listening
to Faldo without Azinger is like drinking beer with no alcohol.”
Through it all, Nick the Work Ethic does the broadcaster’s version of
hitting 1,500 practice balls a day. He walks the range, quizzes golfers,
takes notes and scribbles quips, going about his new job the only
way he knows how. Hard.