The snapback cap is and always will be dorky. even on King Felix, but it’s hard to call Ricky Fowler a dork after he won his second PGA Tour tournament of the year Sept. 6, at a time on the calendar when any victory counts for a lot.
The kid can play, a goddamn vision in orange, and how cool would it be if he jumped into the fray and made it a Big Four instead of a Big Three (McIlroy, Spieth, Day). It could be like a Big Five, with the Woods one in on it all, which again begs the question of whatever happened to Dustin Johnson, anyway? Right now, it’s an easy answer: still the fittest best-connected longest-driving least articulate best player who’s never won a major or much of anything else.
The big tour’s big boys return to goffin’ Sept 17 at the BMW Championship. They had until 2 p.m. GGMT (Grey Goatee Mean Time) last Friday to commit to playing. It’s a good field, with all of the above and Billy Horschel, too.
Yeah, Horschel. Got lost in the shuffle at the end of the FedEx Cup playoffs last year, and that’s after he won it. Won the $10 million. Won two straight tournaments at the end of the playoffs, and he was called a symptom of the worst aspects of the FedEx scoring system. He was called an opportunist, plain lucky, because he won at the right time.
Grey Goatee Nation doesn’t call him any kind of goddamn symptom. We call him a money player.