<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440818</id><updated>2011-08-07T01:28:30.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Blog My Golf!</title><subtitle type='html'>Satire, referencing the game of golf, tournaments, commentators, players and the entire field of instruction.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>golfblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527478420942434631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440818.post-80628921</id><published>2002-08-23T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-23T14:00:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now we are hearing "Well...what happened to Beem? Is he a flash in the pan? That is only rivalled by "What's going on with Tiger?" We, of course, don't have access to their minds so we really don't know THEIR answers. But we know something about the human condition that will lend you a clue.In Beem's case, it is called things like "letdown," "morning after," or "can't stand prosperity." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/80628921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/80628921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80628921' title=''/><author><name>golfblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527478420942434631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440818.post-80334836</id><published>2002-08-16T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-24T05:34:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I absolutely love the forums on Golf Channel! They have to be the most comprehensive collection of BS the world has ever known. The people (I guess we should say "players," since most of them seem to believe they are among the best in the world) who post there are a true confluence of arrogance, ignorance, naivete, obsessive/compulsive fixation, mythology and self-aggrandizement - the largest I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/80334836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/80334836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80334836' title=''/><author><name>golfblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527478420942434631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440818.post-80289736</id><published>2002-08-15T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T13:29:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just finished hours of surfing to find what anyone has to say about golf and getting rid of "bad habits," or golf and forming "good habits." Take your pick. The search engines treat those differently, so maybe w should, too.The thin and fat of it is this. All, but a couple of the URL's I found, just say "get rid of the bad and commit yourself to the good. But that's not all. Most of what we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/80289736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/80289736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80289736' title=''/><author><name>golfblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527478420942434631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440818.post-79908317</id><published>2002-08-06T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T14:41:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yet another player said today, and we quote, "I'm way too mechanical with my thinking when I play." Of course, you never heard anyone say that. And of course, we've never heard that before today. And if you believe that, I have a couple of old hickory slats from a chair that I will swear were used by Old Tom Morris that I'll gladly sell for an undisclosed figure. Then I will use the money to buy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/79908317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/79908317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79908317' title=''/><author><name>golfblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527478420942434631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440818.post-77719412</id><published>2002-06-13T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T17:46:05.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you watched Sergio milk his grip? If you haven't, get ready for the most nerve wracking experience you've had recently in golf, unless it was that four footer you needed for a five-putt on number 18.I won't knock Sergio's approach, since he gets the job done that way most of the time (I think). At least his scores show that. But he's got to be a mental basket case at some point. He is so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/77719412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/77719412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77719412' title=''/><author><name>golfblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527478420942434631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440818.post-76776286</id><published>2002-05-20T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T16:58:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You don't really think that Tiger is any good, do you? Isn't he just lucky, or doesn't he just have some potion he rubs on dolls to mess up his opponents? Seems to us like he's just an abberation or a figment of the masses' imagination. He's not really there. He's a myth, a mystery and ghost. He only shows up once in awhile. How do we know he is really winning? Maybe he's got a million stand-ins </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/76776286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/76776286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76776286' title=''/><author><name>golfblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527478420942434631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440818.post-76392628</id><published>2002-05-10T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T05:00:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We certainly hope you've been keeping up with the great debate over that 3/100ths of a point concerning the COR rating of golf clubs! Don't know how anyone could possibly play this game without being up on that subject.Here's a proper description of what you should be thinking about while you are playing these days:COR is "coefficient of restitution." (You knew that, right?)   It is more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/76392628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/76392628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76392628' title=''/><author><name>golfblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527478420942434631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440818.post-75983564</id><published>2002-04-29T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T18:15:09.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We continue to bump into a raft of folks who push hypnotism as a a cure for your golf swing. What is this? You got to be mesmerized to play this game? That's the problem. Not enough levitation, right? Can't get the ball airborne? See your hynotist. Can't putt? Visit your guru that will dangle a chain and get you to sleep through the next 18. Of course, when you wake you won't remember what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/75983564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/75983564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75983564' title=''/><author><name>golfblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527478420942434631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440818.post-75816411</id><published>2002-04-25T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T11:20:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No jokes here today. An old friend and wonderful golfer named Ted Kroll died on Tuesday at 82. He was at a hospice in Florida. This little man (in physical stature) was a giant at heart and he could still play the game when he was 75 cause I played with him at Crumpin Fox in northen Massachusetts. He didn't have a lot of body turn then, but he could still handle all the shots and make it work. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/75816411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/75816411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75816411' title=''/><author><name>golfblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527478420942434631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440818.post-75659749</id><published>2002-04-21T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-21T14:00:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just sitting here, watching the WorldCom Classic from Heritage and listening to some announcer say that we can expect a "NEW" program in some series or another on network next week. That's like "Whoopeee," a show that isn't a rerun! There aren't many of those anymore. Thank heaven for golf and other sports. Can't you image tuning in on a Sunday afternoon to hear "Now next week, sports fans, we're</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/75659749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/75659749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75659749' title=''/><author><name>golfblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527478420942434631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440818.post-75563129</id><published>2002-04-18T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-18T15:52:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You've likely heard a little, or a lot, of noise about a proposal for a "Master's Tour." It is supposed to embrace guys from 35-55. Presumably this is the "age of genarious," or something like that. Too old for the Jr's, too young for the Sr's, but either satisfied or rich enough not to have any rage to win. They need something. Let's see. What could it be? Money, fame, a new sand pile, a working</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/75563129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/75563129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75563129' title=''/><author><name>golfblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527478420942434631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440818.post-75418995</id><published>2002-04-15T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-15T04:17:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, as we said. "Tiger will win and Goose wil be close."  Sorry, not that close. Truth be told, it looked like everybody but Tiger was overworking their games, overcooking their shots. In general they were overextending themselves. Just ask your swing teachers. Any of them will tell you that a fast track to trouble is overswinging. But not many will mention that overextending the style (your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/75418995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/75418995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75418995' title=''/><author><name>golfblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527478420942434631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440818.post-75251648</id><published>2002-04-10T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T10:25:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How about the greatest golf question on earth - "Why haven't you won a major? No, I take it back. It may be the stupidest question available to a thoughtless journalist. Let's see. Do the math guys. Four majors a year for 200 players to try to win. One winner, each. Do the math!  What makes a major any different from any other tournament in the first place. Is mystique worth a few shots? Does </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/75251648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/75251648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75251648' title=''/><author><name>golfblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527478420942434631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440818.post-75224815</id><published>2002-04-09T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T17:21:24.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And On Another Matter-----There is a nine iron sticking in my craw. No, I'm not in Maine waiting for my lobster. What I am is sick and tired of "golf gurus" who are living off the ignorance of the golfing public. The "major guru names" are just plain lucky. They found a great player and then "made him/her" into a winner, or just plain happened to be in the right place at the right time. Anybody </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/75224815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/75224815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75224815' title=''/><author><name>golfblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527478420942434631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440818.post-75222874</id><published>2002-04-09T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T16:54:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK all you crushers. Grip your original Tony Penna's and go for the gold at the Masters. Tiger will win, Lefty will four putt somehwere, and Goose will be close. As usual, whoever does the commentary will make it sound like they know what they are talking about even though they are only good for after the fact - call it after it's already in the hole. They love to make a big deal out of the tough</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/75222874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440818/posts/default/75222874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfblog.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75222874' title=''/><author><name>golfblog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527478420942434631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
