Every year at some point in October I grab a few cases of red wine and figuratively crawl into a dark space away from the falling leaves and shortening days. This conveniently coincides with the end of meaningful golf for the year which also gives me an excuse to stop writing, thereby severing one of my few remaining ties to the outside world. During that stretch of fall, I will literally find myself staring at the blank screen of my laptop and exclaiming "WRITE YOUR OWN FUCKING BUTTERFIELD BERMUDA CHAMPIONSHIP PREVIEW!!!" before slamming it shut, topping off my merlot and watching another episode of Suits.
The obvious diagnosis is seasonal affective disorder and you know you're highly susceptible to it if, for as long as you can remember, the sound of the ticking clock at the start of 60 Minutes has made you want to jump out of a moving car . . . while crossing the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. I used to combat it by distracting myself with coaching soccer and watching football but now my kids have grown-up and the NFL is borderline unwatchable dogshit. (And this from a guy who's favorite team is 9-3).
So I do what most guys do and bury myself in work while I wait for the fever to break. It's a gradual and inevitable process that starts with a few small victories like being honored as the Newport News Marriott Guest of the Day (which actually happened) and hitting light traffic at rush hour on a Tuesday (which miraculously also happened . . . once). Then there are the occasional setbacks like your daughter's team getting knocked out of the playoffs on an overtime own-goal (happened) and your boss screaming at you to "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" on a conference call (yes that also really happened and no, I did not honor his request . . . would never let you down like that).
And then, suddenly and out of nowhere, you get an undeniable sign that maybe everything is going to be ok. Could be in the form of winning the lottery, reconnecting with an old friend or actually playing basketball for an hour without feeling like someone hit your calf with a lawn dart.
This year it came in the form of a twenty-four word tweet from some random guy named Doug (not "Turd") Ferguson which simply said, Paul Azinger has called his
last call for NBC. They are parting ways. His last event was the Ryder Cup
without really knowing it.
I think I actually teared-up a bit when I read it. My feelings about Azinger and his (ahem) "abilities" as an announcer are well-documented and were summed-up in the tweet below. The fact is he was below average at best when it came to doing the job but what always drew my ire was the smug arrogance he employed to mask his incompetence. And that smug arrogance was doubly masked by his aw shucks podunk style which was complete bullshit considering he was born in Massachusetts and then moved to Sarasota, Florida which ain't exactly on the panhandle.
It was never more apparent than at this year's Ryder Cup when he blithered on and on in defense of Team U.S.A.'s unity despite damning evidence to the contrary. Not the least of which was the fact that we were all literally watching them get their asses kicked in real-time while they acted like a bunch of petulant prima donnas who were forced to play together for no money. In hindsight, the whole thing was such a complete debacle that it's perfect that Azinger's voice will forever be associated with it.
Of course they'll probably manage to replace him with someone worse despite the English and Irish countrysides being littered with charismatic characters who know the game. Shit go on a pub tour and hold open auditions. Or give the job to Brad Faxon. At least his Kermit the Frog voice is authentic.
TWEET OF THE (LAST SIX) WEEK(S)
GOLF ANALYSIS
Nothing like a 19 man field to ease you back into the game and I have to admit that I am jonesing to watch some golf this week. We'll go with a seven man rotation because ten would be ridiculous under the circumstances. Equally ridiculous would be not including two-time defending champion Viktor Hovland.
I'm not really feeling any of the other favorites (says the guy who's been checked-out for two months) so we're going heavy on mid-range players including this year's winner, Justin Thomas. Considering that the theme of this week's post has been motivation or something like that, we'll go with the most motivated guy in the field.
One and Done Pick: Justin Thomas |
The JT Redemption Tour rolls on this week. |
Other Guy I'd Pick: Viktor Hovland
Sleeper Pick: Keegan Bradley
DraftKings Top Seven Values
Viktor Hovland
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$10,800
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Cameron Young
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$8,700
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Justin Thomas
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$8,400
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Rickie Fowler
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$8,000
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Justin Rose
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$6,900
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Keegan Bradley
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$6,800
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Lucas Glover
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$6,000
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This week we honor the passing of a truly funny and troubled man. Even if you tried to convince yourself that you hated Friends, Matthew Perry would always make you laugh if you gave him the chance. Hank Azaria delivers a fuller and more eloquent eulogy here.
THE MATTHEW PERRY MEMORIAL
HISTORICAL PERFORMANCE CHART
Despite the limited field, there's some good information down there including the reasons for my faith in Rickie Fowler and Justin Rose.
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DK Price
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2022
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2021
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2019
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2018
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2017
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Viktor Hovland
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$10,800
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1st
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1st
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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Scottie Scheffler
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$10,700
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2nd
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2nd
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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Max Homa
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$10,100
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17th
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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Collin Morikawa
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$10,000
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6th
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T5
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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Matthew Fitzpatrick
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$9,200
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T13
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T12
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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Cameron Young
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$8,700
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3rd
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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Justin Thomas
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$8,400
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5th
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T5
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T5
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T12
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11th
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Rickie Fowler
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$8,000
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DNP
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DNP
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9th
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T5
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1st
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Tony Finau
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$7,600
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7th
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T7
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T10
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2nd
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DNP
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Jordan Spieth
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$7,400
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15th
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20th
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16th
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DNP
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T3
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Wyndham Clark
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$7,300
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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Sam Burns
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$7,100
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12th
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T3
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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Justin Rose
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$6,900
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DNP
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T9
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T5
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3rd
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T5
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Keegan Bradley
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$6,800
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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15th
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DNP
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Sepp Straka
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$6,700
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T10
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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Will Zalatoris
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$6,600
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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Jason Day
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$6,500
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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16th
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DNP
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Brian Harman
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$6,400
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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Tiger Woods
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$6,100
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DNP
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DNP
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4th
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17th
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T9
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Lucas Glover
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$6,000
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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DNP
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