It’s Over!
The FedEx Cup is history for 2009. And as much as I hate to admit it, it was good theater.

Philly gave us the drama!
As you may or may not know, I am not a big Phil fan, but it was pretty cool to watch a guy who has had so much personal grief this year play so well, with so much confidence, and win the tournament. He seemed like a different person than the guy from the rest of this year.
And Tiger deserved to win the whole shootin’ match. He had the best season of everyone, in spite of no majors.

The fellas with their hardware
It is still hard for me to get this “playoff” type format, though. I like team sports, where the playoff leads to one victor at the end. The old cliche is “Win your last game of the season.” Assuming you make the playoffs, in most sports, that means you win the whole enchilada.
In golf, and NASCAR, and other individual sports where the powers that be try to cram a playoff in “for the fans” (read that as, For the money), I guess you can take 2nd and still win it all. It just ain’t right.
I have a solution to the whole playoff mess in golf. Stop it. Now. Don’t do it next year.
Would the Tour Championship have been any less compelling if it was a stand alone tournament? Phil still would have come from nowhere, Tiger still would have been trying to hang on. No consolation prizes of $10 million to the guy who took second, just a great tournament. I’m sure the Heath Slocums of the world would love a shot at $10 million (who wouldn’t?), but the playoff points didn’t make this tournament more fun to watch. It was the golf, stupid!
Besides, we could get rid of every announcer repetitively pushing the number of FedEx points each player has, where they would finish in the FedEx standings “if the tournament ended right now” (in the second round with 100 players still on the course. It could happen – sure it could!). And get rid of the little green numbers. Show me how they’re doing in this tournament, today and overall. Simple.
It won’t happen. It’s too much fan-centric and not money-centric.




Someone who was a pleasure to play with and be with on a sunny, or rainy, day on the course, no matter his score – or yours, for that matter. Did it make you want to ask, “What is different about you? Why don’t you toss clubs, or grumble under your breath?” Not swearing is the easy thing to not do, but how about the general attitude? Suppose that same, admirable guy started telling you about his life and what was important to him? Would you listen?
