Posts Tagged ‘Phil Mickelson’

I thought I’d be writing about Tiger Woods failing to win the British Open and how it absolutely doesn’t mean he’s going to go majorless for the rest of his career and that I’m still willing to place money on the belief he’ll tie or break Jack Nicklaus’s record of 18 major championships.

But I figure I’ll break that one out after the PGA Championship when he finishes seventh, four shots out of the lead.

Instead a look at how ESPN, NBC and CBS cover golf, from someone who’s not a TV critic and doesn’t know exactly how to operate a DVR but makes up for it with insightful golf expertise drawn from years of hitting wayward tee shots, when they’re not simply skidding on the ground 40 yards in front of me.


It’s probably a good thing golf broadcasters don’t elicit emotions from viewers in the same way as football, baseball or basketball announcers. Sure you might complain about Tim McCarver’s ramblings but the longest you’ll have to listen to him is during a four-hour Red Sox-Yankees game. Imagine sharing eight hours with him. That’s how long we listen to golf announcers on Sundays at the U.S. Open and other majors that don’t take place in Augusta, Georgia. But people don’t really get worked up about golf broadcasters, either because they’re enjoying the weather porn too much or maybe there’s just not very much objectionable about whispered voices on a  warm summer day.

Johnny Miller might be the one exception. Plenty of people dislike the outspoken NBC analyst. They might think he’s too arrogant or too mean or are simply tired of him talking about the time he shot 63 on Sunday at Oakmont and won the U.S. Open. At one point I might have shared similar feelings, but those days are gone. These days I love Miller’s commentary and he’s not just my favorite golf analyst — he’s my favorite analyst in any sport.


Welcome. It’s a week and a half until my birthday, in case you were saving up to buy a complete set of DVDs with the 1987 and ’88 NBA Finals to send to New York as a present. Anyway, on to this week’s links:

* Chuck Klosterman, a North Dakota boy who once worked at The Fargo Forum — where both Fury and TV also worked at various times (connections) — has been named the new ethicist at the New York Times. Here’s the piece introducing Klosterman and here’s a previous column he did in the role. It should be entertaining.

* Tiger Woods’ texting scandal was much more exciting. Phil Mickelson made news last week when he withdrew from The Memorial and cited mental fatigue as the reason. Mickelson was also reportedly upset with the hundreds of cell phone pictures being taken during his round and actually texted the PGA commissioner — while playing — to express his concern.

* For fans of The Wire, Maxim magazine put together an oral history of the show, with interviews with the stars and creators. [Insert obligatory quote from The Wire that sums up how cool this must be for those who loved the show, ideally something that also relates to our public school system and the war on drugs.]

* Legendary Twin Cities media man Dark Star died last week and his longtime friend and colleague Patrick Reusse wrote a nice column one on of the more unique characters in Minnesota.

* TV here, and I’ve got a link from The Wire, too, which is a fantastic show that offers unfettered insight into several segments of modern society. While I’m not going to advocate that everyone be required to watch, I wouldn’t be opposed to, say, making those who haven’t wear prison-style uniforms.
Here’s what The Wire would look like as a musical. “Omar tap dancin’, yo.”

* For the first time in months (maybe), there won’t be any NBA games tonight. Frankly, I’m terrified. How will we entertain ourselves from 7:30-10:30? What will we be able to overreact about on Twitter? All joking aside, the playoffs are a blast – and rife with good and bad (ahem, Skip Bayless) journalism. I hope the new generation of writers are soaking in as much as possible.
Deadspin, for example, delivered Friday with a not-all-snarky piece about the idea of “hero ball” in the NBA. Great timing. Good to see the site mature with age.

We’ll have a quiet Easter Sunday in the Fury household. Sleep in. Put my ear to the ground in an attempt to hear my mom praying from 1,500 miles away for her lapsed Catholic son, who probably couldn’t even go to confession anymore because he couldn’t supply an answer to how long it’s been since his last confession. Light breakfast. Sandwich for lunch.

Sit in front of the TV for five hours watching The Masters.