Jim Furyk Chokes Again
By Dan Daly
VegasInsider.com
I want to thank Jim Furyk. Two weeks ago when I said, "Jim Furyk will blow at least one golf tournament this year. Actually…make that two. With zero wins." I didn't realize he would make it so easy on me. I mean the man didn't waste any time at all. His first start of the season led to his first 54-hole lead of the season which of course led to his first blown 54-hole lead of the season. It's amazing the man can finish an entire meal without needing the Heimlich maneuver.
People like to play the hypothetical game, "What would you do if you won the lottery?" My answer is very simple. I would hold on to the money until Furyk led a PGA Tour event through 54 holes, take the redeye to Vegas and bet every penny on him to lose said tournament. I would be the first person to ever double my lottery winnings in less than 24 hours.
Furyk managed to not close the deal at Pebble Beach for the NINTH consecutive time he's had at least a share of the 54-hole lead since 2010. I'm getting to the point now where I'm actually more impressed than anything else. I think Ron Burgundy summed it up best.
People say Tiger Woods has made the PGA Tour players more money than anyone else with the TV money that came with him…I respectfully disagree. I think at this point its Jim Furyk in a landslide with the amount of money he donates to players every Sunday.
If Jim Furyk was a lottery ticket he would only get the first five numbers right every time. Sure it's still a nice payday but he will never cash the check that matters.
If Jim Furyk was a football team he would be the Buffalo Bills of the 1990's. In fact I'm pretty sure if you ask him who the most clutch QB of all-time is, he would say Jim Kelly.
Ok, one more…
If Jim Furyk was a movie, he would be Titanic. Grossing a ton of money but everyone knows the ship crashes and sinks before they even start watching.
I will leave you with this one final thought regarding Furyk. Of the top FIFTY players to make the cut he was only one of two players to shoot over par on Sunday.
The Senior Tour and their 54-hole tournaments can't get here fast enough for Furyk…unfortunately for him though their majors are four rounds as well.
Congrats to Sneds though, one bogey in 72 holes is pretty frickin impressive. Glad to see he qualified for the Masters, big fan of his. Hopefully this is what he needed to get back to where he was prior to his rib injury.
Same for DJ, he may not have won but after "some time off" glad to see him playing so well so soon. Everything is just a tune up for his PGA Championship win coming this August to a TV near you.
But the biggest story of the week for me and many others was the heart break felt over the weekend by one John Patrick Daly. I guess it was appropriate that it came over Valentine's weekend though. I already hated Valentine's Day. I think it is a stupid corporate driven day that Hallmark created to sell some candy and a few more cards. After this weekend I really hate it now. The only way I can properly explain my feelings is of course in a Valentine's Day poem to JD.
It was just another Thursday that started off rather slow,
I had no idea you were going to go so low.
I logged on to the leaderboard and much to my surprise,
I saw the name John Daly beginning to rise.
A birdie here, a birdie there,
I knew you were hung-over but I didn't care.
With every shot, you made my heart skip a beat,
As you continued to knock it within 5 feet.
With an opening round of seven under you were off to a great start,
You were number two on the leaderboard but number one in my heart.
It was off to Hooter's to celebrate your opening round 65,
It was the first time in years I finally felt alive.
I know it was early but I thought it was meant to be,
I could already imagine the party with strippers and boos in the RV.
I couldn't wait to get up Friday and see what else you had in store,
Was it a one day tease or was there going to be an encore?
I screamed like a little girl when you took the lead,
But when you made a bogey on your eighth hole my heart began to bleed.
Another followed on ten, and then the twelfth hole as well,
Watching your name fall down the leaderboard was my own personal hell.
After a second round 72 I knew the dream of winning was done,
But even for that early brief moment on Friday the dream sure was fun.
When Valentine's Day rolled around the cut was still in sight,
But with a third round 73 you faded into the night.
At that moment, this tournament was dead to me,
But my man crush on you will always be.
Thanks for giving me even a glimmer of hope this Valentine's Day,
Your gift to me will always be watching you play.
Mark your calendars now folks…April 28, 2016. That is when JD is officially eligible for the Senior Tour and my man is going to dominate.
Finally, the Weekly Waggle is going to be taking periodic breaks the remainder of the year due to other obligations. I will be here for all the majors, both before and after, as well as the other bigger tournaments and of course any breaking stories that involve alleged drugs, hookers or fire hydrants.