It is. Honestly, though he made headlines locally a few years ago, my sons had to tell me he is playing Tour events.
The Players was a blast. Followed him on the course Sunday. Master grinder.
Spent Saturday between 17 and 18, watching amazing golf and marshals who resemble Wilfred Brimley try to keep drunk, tattooed 20-something guys in line. When Ian Poulter hit 18, the marshals approached the guys and said — “let’s just try to get through this. When you walk out of here, you can say whatever the hell you want.”