I grew up wanting to be Tom Watson. I knew that he won and he did so with a puckish, gap-toothed smile. Kind of a Huck Finn-type of thing. This was in the late 1970s and early 1980s, when Watson played on US Ryder Cup teams. In the 1990s, he was in his 50s and became a captain of international teams. Guys on the regular tour knew who he was and demonstrated respect for his game. In the 2000s, he was relegated to Champions Tour appearances and that one, other-worldly performance at age 59 in the British Open, when he defied age and nearly won.
In 2012, the US PGA defied rationale thought and selected Watson to lead the US side in the 2014 Ryder Cup. Brilliant move, cried no one. What insight, was heard nowhere. He’s the man, exclaimed none of those paying attention. Tom Watson had his run at captaining the team. That his lads did not perform for him is their shame, not his. That he accepted the job of Ryder Cup captain for 2014 is now his shame.
I won’t discuss Larry Nelson. I’ve vented on too many occasions on his mistreatment at the hands of this delusional organization. Actually, I like a lot of PGA club professionals. I have little interest in those at the top, for they make irrational decisions.
I will discuss the recent news that Watson named Raymond Floyd, 71-years young, as an assistant captain. For goodness sake! Floyd was Fred Couples’ mentor and Couples is now, what, mid-50s? Why Floyd, Watson? Why didn’t you exhume the earthly remains of Snead, Nelson or Hogan, prop them up like El Cid and slap the horse on the arse, sending it out into battle?
I’m disgusted. I won’t watch a single hole of the 2014 Ryder Cup. The US PGA has let us all down by allowing an old man to take the place of a deserving younger man, something he once was. Someone will get screwed out of a Ryder Cup captaincy for this, just as Larry Nelson was. I like fairness and I don’t like these decisions. Good night.