Phil Mickelson, still under the influence of the Ponderosa dinner he consumed after his Thursday round, staggered to a 41 on his first nine holes on Friday. Eyewittnesses claimed he had a "Pig Out" bib affixed loosely around his neck and a barbeque-sauce laden wet nap dragging from his heel.
As much as I love Mickelson, I knew this was going to happen (deep within the recesses of my head). Yesterday, whle prognosticating his first round with a friend, we came to the conclusion he was going to either:
- start off hot, cool mid-round with a string of bogeys, and catch a spark at the end, or
- stumble from the gates, find his swing in the middle of the round, and end with a big number, negating his efforts to escape from the brink
For most golfers, such a forecast would cover the span of an entire tournament, not one round, but Phil is subject to swing/game bipolarity that is not suited to the US Open.
I was looking forward to a relaxing weekend, but if he keeps this up I may stretch out the rotator cuff and head down to Pinehurst for some monkeythrows to get him into contention.
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