Showing posts with label Zach Johnson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Zach Johnson. Show all posts

Monday, April 16, 2007

The eternal power of fans and foes

I don't know how I missed this one last Thursday, but it explains a lot. (Click the title to read the full article)



For those that don't know, to say my father was not a fan of Tiger is an understatement (there was an incident involving a boulder moved by spectators that my dad never got over. I won't go into it). Ever since my dad passed away, Tiger's career has been uncharacteristically inconsistent. We Traynors are convinced it's my dad's heavenly intervention.

It's fact - Tiger's wins usually coincide with other earthly events that would compete for Bud's attention. For example, Tiger won the British Open last year the same week we held the Fourth Annual Bud Traynor Classic at Bethpage. Bud was too busy focusing on the weather patterns above the Red Course to be diverted by Tiger. Naturally, Tiger took first place at St. Andrews.

So I admit I was a little hurt when Tiger didn't win the masters last week. Doesn't my dad care at all about my recovery?! He's focused on making sure Tiger doesn't get a green jacket when I am sitting around recovering from brain surgery? Really? I envisioned a future fraught with expensive therapy sessions.

But now I see what happened. Thanks, dad. Feeling better already.

Sunday, April 8, 2007

Congratulations, Zach!

31 year old Zach Johnson won the Masters today at 1 over par (tied for the highest winning score in the history of the tournament).


My favorite 2007 Masters moments:
  1. When Tiger (not realizing he was on camera?) screamed at his caddy for misreading the wind and calling the wrong club on 17. This very well may have cost Tiger the green jacket.

  2. When Zach Johnson, in response to a question about how having a baby in January had changed him, responded with with no guile whatsoever that it had given him a new appreciation for women and mothers. I wish Hootie had not yet retired simply so he could have heard that statement uttered in the hallowed halls of Augusta first hand. I'm sure it wasn't lost on Billy Payne.