If you ask me:
We of the media can’t stop anointing every hot young kid who comes along, declaring him the next great player. Makes for a story but look at how many of them just settle into the pack. A magazine editor once asked me if I wanted to write a story naming college hotshot Scott Verplank as the next Jack Nicklaus. I said no. Thank heavens, I said no.
Luck doesn’t get enough credit. Which reminds me of a clever line I read somewhere: Bad luck follows him around like a loyal dog.
If you can’t beat everybody within 50 miles of home, maybe 100 miles, don’t bother turning pro and trying to make it on the tour. Get a job, if you can find one.
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You have to figure the tour could use some more panache when wearing two golf gloves is considered colorful.