So crushed was I by Snedeker I could hardly think
about golf for all of Monday. Later on I decided to have a look.
Jamie Lovemark looked
like the Loverman going in to the final round. Three beautiful 65s put my long
labouring Lovemark in position for money. Even at low money, £1.50 each way at
70s promised sufficient ammunition for a serious week ahead.
And then came a
formerly unknown fluid foe. Water. The life giving miraculous compound, which
daily, brings every one of us life, had just destroyed mine. Three double
bogeys in seven holes ruined my entire aspirations of future financial
fire-power. Nonetheless, I continued to watch as Jason Dufner, renewed in
physique and follicular prowess surged through a difficult play off against
Lingmerth.
In the same week the
European tournament yielded little success.
However, a final pre day double on Rickie and
Mickleson looked like serious business. Fowler responded to a double bogey by
holing out for eagle from 65 yards. Some of the most brilliant short game work
ever continued to hold off the Belgian battering-ram Pieters to get the first
leg of the double up and over. All that remained, was for America's darling,
the everyman of golf, the left handed hero looked good for a serious
settlement. Unfortunately a final day 68 was four shots clear of the required
score to reach the play off.
Whiffs of the
anti-water movement had started.
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