Brian Davis is my new favorite golfer.
Okay, he's my first favorite golfer because he's got the courage to play with personal integrity.
He was in a million-plus $ playoff with a big name golfer recently when his ball ended up in a terrible place. When he went to swing, his back swing hit some weeds which in turn moved some stuff on the ground which is technically against the rules about changing the situation on the ground around your ball.
Noone saw. Not the announcers, not the judges, nooone. It was only visable on super slow motion. Mr. Davis, of course, felt it. Davis immediately called a judge over and basically disquified himself, adding a 2 stroke penalty to his score.
Davis got $610K for second, not the million plus, and he lost what might have been his first ever win. In sudden death.
Mr. Davis, I salute you. You did it right. I will buy stuff with your name on it. Good luck to you, Sir.
We need more Davis's. I'm afraid long gone are the days when athletes of quiet dignity like Joe Dimaggio and Roberto Clemente could overshadow the primadonna dateraping Bryants or the ignorant disrespectful Lesnars. I'm sad to say that it was my generation that loaded professional sport with thugletes.
Okay, he's my first favorite golfer because he's got the courage to play with personal integrity.
He was in a million-plus $ playoff with a big name golfer recently when his ball ended up in a terrible place. When he went to swing, his back swing hit some weeds which in turn moved some stuff on the ground which is technically against the rules about changing the situation on the ground around your ball.
Noone saw. Not the announcers, not the judges, nooone. It was only visable on super slow motion. Mr. Davis, of course, felt it. Davis immediately called a judge over and basically disquified himself, adding a 2 stroke penalty to his score.
Davis got $610K for second, not the million plus, and he lost what might have been his first ever win. In sudden death.
Mr. Davis, I salute you. You did it right. I will buy stuff with your name on it. Good luck to you, Sir.
We need more Davis's. I'm afraid long gone are the days when athletes of quiet dignity like Joe Dimaggio and Roberto Clemente could overshadow the primadonna dateraping Bryants or the ignorant disrespectful Lesnars. I'm sad to say that it was my generation that loaded professional sport with thugletes.