I caught the flu last Friday, and have been laying around in bed ever since. With no energy and nothing better to do, I watched sports on television most of the weekend.
1. The Bob Hope tournament was such a yawner. Justin Leonard gained control early and coasted. It was so easy for him to make routine pars the last few holes.
The Palmer course at PGA West lacks variety. Holes 15 and 17 are short par 3s with rocks right and a concrete waterway left. Holes 14 and 16 have nearly identical approach shots over the waterway to greens with the rocks behind. 16 is a short par 4, but nobody attempts to drive the green; virtually zero chance of success.
Number 18 can yield eagles and double bogeys; I don't like it particularly, but drama can be had there. By then it was long decided. Really boring.
2. A kid named Dougherty won the Singapore Open. The strangest thing happened. With Colin Montgomerie trailing by only one or two shots, Dougherty hooked his tee shot on #17 into the front of a deep bunker. Actually, his ball was on grass, beyond the sand, with a steep upslope to navigate. He had virtually no chance to reach the green from where his ball ended up. But the bunker was constructed with wooden slats or railroad ties, and the entire grassy slope/slats combination was marked as ground under repair.
Monty, in the middle of the fairway after an accurate tee shot, watched in disbelief as the offical granted Dougherty relief on flat ground beside the bunker (in the rough). Dougherty hit his approach to 4 feet and birdied. Monty left his approach about 50 feet short and 3 putted.
Dougherty won by 5. That's not very good architecture, is it?
Well, the weather in Oregon is beautiful today. Might have been a play day if I wasn't so sick. Instead I get to listen to the locals firing their rifles nearby.