In the limitless wisdom of the schedulers of the big-time professional golf organizations, it must have seemed like a good idea to somebody to schedule, this week, a Champions Tour major against an LPGA major.
It flat guarantees that constituents of neither will pay attention to the other, which is okay, because nobody is watching either.
The squadron commander in Joseph Heller’s novel “Catch-22” was christened Major Major Major by his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Major. He rose to the rank of major, by no major merit, and even his ascension to commander was meaningless:
” ‘You’re the new squadron commander,’ Colonel Cathcart had shouted rudely across the railroad ditch to him. ‘But don’t think it means anything, because it doesn’t. All it means is that you’re the new squadron commander.’ “
Of Maj. Major, it’s been said everything about the character signifies nothing.
The Champions Tour and the R&A call the Senior Open Championship a “major.” The LPGA calls the Evian Championship a “major.”
But don’t think it means anything, because it doesn’t. All it means is that you’re having a major