Golf

The Players is a Major

The Players is a Major

The Players Championship is a major. To paraphrase Ron Swanson, I think you thought I said, “The Players Championship should be a major.” No, it’s a capital ‘M’ Major. It is the premier event of the most influential governing body in golf with the strongest field and second largest purse. Yet, it is not officially recognized as a Major by anyone, including the organization that puts it on- the PGA TOUR.

These are a Few of My Favorite Things (that I wrote)

These are a Few of My Favorite Things (that I wrote)

2018 was a year of transition. I moved away from the classroom after nine years, my family moved to Nashville (again), and I started writing freelance with articles published by The Florida Writer, The Golfer’s Journal, Men’s Journal, and G&E Magazine. Currently, I write for AnchorofGold.com, the Vanderbilt SBNation affiliate, about Vanderbilt sports, mostly football and non-revenue sports like soccer, cross country, and golf.

The Writer Cup

The Writer Cup

I piped my drive down the right side. One of my compatriots had to lay up. I won’t say who, but it’d be ironic if you I told you. The other nutted a two hybrid in front of the green. I hit four iron to nine feet on the short side of the left pin. You can always tell when your putt is worth something because it gets really quiet on the green. No jabs or sarcasm. Just fear, and it wasn’t mine.

Your Quick Guide to the Ryder Cup

Your Quick Guide to the Ryder Cup

This week marks the best week of golf every two years. It is like the best of all four majors combined into one event. It has the international feel of the Open, the competitiveness of the US, the small elite field of the Masters, and the bonkers scoring of the PGA (and the crazy fans of the Players #5thMajor).

You Da Man!

You Da Man!

You’ve heard it. It comes a millisecond after the crack of the driver likely cackled out by Golf Guy. He’s wearing a white belt and golf shoes. He looks around for a fist bump because, “You da man” isn’t about the golfer, it’s about Golf Guy. Fans hustle down the fairway to get away from the words lingering heavy in the air like a fart in spacesuit.

The Masters, Part III

The Masters, Part III

Certainly, this is a mountain top, and we cannot live on that. However, there was not a moment that passed during that day where I took it for granted. I hugged Merv as much as I could. When I wasn't, I was thanking him. When he kept going and I wore out, I was still thankful. When he met new people and I was determined to just chill out, I was thankful. I was drinking it all in, this life giving experience, reminded that there is good in this world. Even a place with a sordid history, even a champion with a difficult past, even with legs that were borderline cramping, there was incredible beauty and joy.

The Masters

The Masters

We rolled into town and straight onto the red carpet, parking directly across from Magnolia Lane. The C-suite was supplied with couches, 4K televisions, food, and beverages for everyone. My personal favorite were the golf themed donuts. The grass we were on was some sort of lush rye strain. I'm talking thick, and I debated taking my shoes off and cruising around barefoot; maybe even rolling around in it for a while. Probably would've made a scene, but how often do you get to roll around in lush thin bladed grass in front of a bunch of wealthy people?