Long story short, J.P.'s caddy flipped him a ball on a par three, J.P. took two shots on a par 3, one from the tee then one from the rough to the green before realizing he wasn't using the same ball he began his round with (a two-stroke penalty).
Then that night (one can only assume at 3am in a deep sweat) he jumped out of bed thinking he may have used that super cheatastic prototype ball the geeks at Titleist had given him a few weeks earlier. Woops.
Anyway, while I won't be one to weigh in on J.P.'s decision, considering I can't remember the last time I DIDN'T pick up my ball that was buried under an inch of the thick stuff, place it nicely on the first cut to insure a solid impact, and then go on to hook it into the woods, I'll let the WWL's Jason Sobel do the talking for me.
Let's just say that Jason doesn't believe we should be naming J.P. the next patron saint of golf anytime soon. And according to Sobel, it appears that he may even turn this good-guy karma into a few sponsers exemptions, which all in all is probably a good thing. Sorry John.
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