Watching the first round of the US Open this morning, played an hour from last werk’s Belmont, brought me to a realization: Phil is the Bob Baffert of golf.
Both have incredible careers (perhaps now in the twilight), are in no way shy about giving their opinions, and have been in our lives since the early 90s. Both carry themselves in a manner that makes you question whether they even believe their own schtick or whether it’s performance art. Both are California guys, nattily attired and enjoy a pair of outlandish sunglasses.
Baffert just completed the greatest accomplishment in his sport, joining an elite club. Maybe this is the week Phil joins him.