By Mike Sherman
I missed the John Daly interview session, but some folks nearby tell me it was a roar.
Daly said he skipped three days of practice rounds at Southern Hills to make the round at Cherokee casino. Daly said he mostly played the slots for two days (one story making the rounds was that he dropped $60,000) but did find time to play the golf course there — in a cart.
The folks at the casino gave him the course to himself from 10 a.m. to 1 p.m. one day.
By Mike Sherman
I liked following Tiger Woods a lot more when TNT and CBS were doing it for me. They took care of the details, like camera angles and working and sweating, and I kept my eye on the big picture — meaning I used my superior peripheral vision to keep Tiger, my refrigerator and the bathroom door in sight as much as possible.
Now that I’ve been assigned the task — actually, I assigned it to myself — of following Tiger on foot Thursday at the 89th PGA Championship (I have to call it the 89th PGA Championship on ALL REFERENCES to avoid the risk of receiving angry emails from John Rohde), I have a newfound appreciation for people who:
A) work or will work in Turkish bathhouses.
B) putt or will putt in Turkish bathhouses.
C) paid or will pay for the privilege of watching golf in the Turkish bathhouse weather this week in Tulsa.
D) work or will work outdoors.
That includes golfers. No more “golfers-are-not-athletes” talk from me or anyone I claim as a tax exemption. Actually, I’ve never said it, but I have thought it a time or two.
Today I read a column from a fine competing publication in our great state that urged golfers here to get over the heat, deal with it. The irony of the fact that said column — and everything you read this week about the PGA — was written from an air-conditioned tent the size of Berryhill tells about everything you need to know.
Now, I’ve missed a few holes of Tiger stalking to come in to the air condition to blog (as per orders from my blogmaster) so I’d better get back out to the bathhouse.