
After watching the PGA pros at the Tour Championship this past week (Par 71 – why not split the 72-70 difference Tiger_B?) I was struck by several things:
1) How similar many of the pros’ ball flights have become and how really little difference there is amongst the top 30.. When you think about it, they’ve all tuned their gear to attaining the optimum launch angle, a function of physics, so things should look pretty similar. Then there’s Darren working off a little anger, launching it over #9’s 120 ft high dogleg trees, 280 yds out like nothing..
2) Differences in sound of the driven ball, that sound of compression, metal and plastic meeting for milliseconds. Many solid thuds, some higher pitched, some cracks..
3) Watching Toms and Ernie play together was an interesting contrast, but does hitting it 290 in the fairway versus 301 into the rough really translate into an advantage?
4) Where was Phil? I guess Tiger was playing in the last group on Thursday with Vijay because of his inferior equipment??? When Tiger missed that first birdie putt from about 4 feet @ #1, a guy behind me said, “looks like he’s carrying a refrigerator, got the weight of the world on his shoulders..”
5) How fast the greens really are made for the pros, but they’re obviously used to it.. Watching short game stuff and required distance control .. rolls from rough and sand that the masses play out of got much more interest from folks in the crowd than tee shots. One can certainly have extremely large greens like Championsand change hole length 20-45 yards..
6) How a course like Champions, that puts the driver in the hands of the pros more than most, separated the most consistent control-power player from the bunch. Skills of execution reign, but the domain and its architecture still has a strong role.
7) The latest technology, in the hands of the top 30 pros, seemed to power many to disaster, put many out in the rough, like a Firebird in the ditch at the hands of a teenager.