Jason Dufner … big-time guy? Yeah, why not.
Tiger Woods is there for the Wells Fargo at Quail Hollow … Mickelson too. Rory McIlroy, who might or might not be No. 1 or No. 2 in the world this week, if not next week, is there. But not Dufner.
Now that he’s finally got that first win tucked in his front pocket under that normal-guy belly, can we still call him “journeyman” Jason Dufner?
I hope so … the alliteration just works. And take a look at the guy.
If you asked me, right now today, who my dream foursome might include, Dufner would be in it. Along with the guy he outlasted last weekend, Ernie Els.
Els, with his lovely swing (no other adjective will do), is the envy of tallish golfers who struggle to rein in all the bad things that can happen on the long way to the top and the long and tortured path back down to the ball.
No such problem with Dufner. He’s, like, 5-foot-10.
I think Els and I have a lot in common. Just for instance, I heard Ernie enjoys a beer … wow, just like me!
For a fourth, since we’re talking hypothetically, I guess you’re supposed to make a spot for your late father. I don’t think so … he sucked at golf, worse than me. Wouldn’t it be nice, if I had to pick a dead guy, to have Sam Snead? Cool Mallory straw hats, and a swing to die for.
For a live guy, as in currently fully alive and living, Fred Couples would fit right into a foursome.
Oh, shoot, can’t do it this weekend, guys. Got a game with my regular group. Have your people call my people, huh?
And, it turns out, Dufner wasn’t big-timing the golf world by blowing off the Wells Fargo. He’s got a scheduling conflict of his own.
He’s getting married May 5. Like, tomorrow. I ask you, sheeit, how’s he going to fit that around his tee time?