Jun 23, 2009
Phil, I hardly knew ye
Phil, Phil, Phil……… you too? It is painfully clear that you did not have the benefit of your wife’s discerning eye for fashion as you dressed yourself for what would be a disappointing final round in this year’s US Open. You know I love you. You know I have never been on the Tiger bandwagon. He’s a big baby in my book. I have stood by you as you grew a healthy set of man b00bs. I support you even though you often choke when victory is at your fingertips. But this is a true test of my devotion to you. White pants with brown stripes? A polyester shirt with darts that accentuate your not so svelte physique? Hair that is as long as a scruffy middle school skateboarder? Phil, you look dumpy.
There’s no need to follow the current trend. If the PGA went the way of the NBA and all the hip young golfers started sporting tattoos all over their arms would you follow suit? You have to draw the line somewhere. You are your own man, act like it.
Leave the clown pants to John Daly. They fit his persona.
And leave the fitted shirts to the buff golfers like Blake.
All this hip hop, retro nonsense must stop immediately. This is golf, not the X Games. Leave the white belts and loud polyester pants back in the 70's where they belong. Golf is a dignified sport..........
Oh never mind.