Two over today. Plenty of work ahead mañana.
Oops! If you haven’t noticed, the field has been increased to 147 this week. This is an effort to atone for a screw-up on the Priority List. A scheduled reshuffle was performed after Morelia but was done incorrectly.
Practice, who me? Nicole Jeray shot 68 to qualify on Monday but the road to first place was not a timely one. Check out her blog for the details.
Super Shootout: It was conducted before an eerily vacant grandstand but fun none the less. Check out Tuesday’s LPGA Corning Classic Super Shootout update.
Two years running: Les Luark won the Talkin’ Jim Closest to The Pin Contest for the second year in a row. Under three feet I heard. Some type of golf equipment was promised and will be delivered. Just need to see what’s lying around in the bag room overnight. 😉 The money donated will be split between the local First Tee organization and The Rotary Club Camp STAR program.
Another year wiser: Lotta and Mark, her former caddie and good friend, celebrated their birthdays this week. The three of us dined at Tony R’s Restaurant yesterday to honor the occasion.
Tell me what you really think: Recently, a job for a Monday qualifier opened up and was offered to anyone around who wanted it. Given the reputation of the player in question, there wasn’t an iota of hesitation from one of the potential loopers concerning his interest. All he said was “I’d rather eat my own poop!”
All in the family: Laurie Rinker has her son Brent on the bag this week.
He said, she said: The details of the loss of The Corning Classic, if true, are troubling. More than one source states that the beloved Commissioner called for a pecuniary squeeze play and was thrown out at the plate. From what I understand, the Corning folks offered to maintain heir current contribution but noted that lessor sponsors were unable to do so. The event could still be held but at a reduced purse. This was rebuffed by the LPGA which demanded bumping the purse to 2.6 million and also called for the addition of more, and or better, scoreboards.
The LPGA version is that they tried everything possible to save the tournament.
After the SBS fiasco, with both sides offering contradictory stories on its demise, who do we believe? Weren’t we told by the LPGA that SBS couldn’t match the offer from J Golf? If you remember the interview with the CEO of SBS, he said the offer was never made. Does anyone see a pattern here? By the way, it didn’t take long for the PGA to pick them up as a sponsor in a long term deal for their opening event. I guess SBS had plenty of cash to spare after all.
One noted LPGA Hall of Fame member lamented recently, that if the players don’t take back the Tour within the next two years, it’s over. She is not the only one sharing that sentiment as more info comes to light about this week’s event.
If that prediction has any truth to it, why don’t the sponsors and Tournament Directors bypass the higher-ups and go directly to the players to tell their side? Have an open door policy with all the facts on the table and go from there.
More good news: Heard the folks of White Manor Country Club in Malvern PA, (we used to play there years ago) are interested in hosting the LPGA Championship but do not wish to deal with “She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named”.
Ass-kissin caddies: They make me want to puke! The range here is the smallest on tour. About twelve bodies is all it can hold and player’s are requested to limit their warm-up time during tournament rounds. On Monday, qualifiers had to wait to warm-up while other players (from a country I won’t name but it starts with a K) were just practicing. Their caddies knew full well about the qualifier but not a one took the initiative to tell his player to give up her spot. When room finally became available, I made sure Amy Read was next in line but that wasn’t the topper. Yesterday, we specifically went out early – just after the 8 am shotgun started – to get some range work and since it was pro-am day, no time limitations are expected. Guess what? One of the “kissers” arrived pointing at his watch and expecting us to leave. That lit my fuse but luckily, Lotta hit only a couple more and we went on our way.