Skip to main content

Phil Baby!

Finally, after so many opportunities of almost wins and forever seeming to choke when the pressure to win was there, Phil Mickelson did it all today at the British Open.  Finally, his game came together with the right shots, the perfect putts, and the right mindset.  At last, my golf guy won!

I like Phil as a player and all around good guy.  He seems to stay out of the spotlight of controversy.  Yes, he wears his heart and emotions on his sleeve, as you know when he's disappointed with a flop he made or totally surprised with how good a shot was placed.  He doesn't shun his fans, he actually greets and talks with them.  He comes across genuinely humble and respectful.  Of course I could be wrong, but it seems that he is a devoted Dad to his girls and husband to his wife who has had to battle breast cancer.  

Perhaps, my fondness for him comes from his example of moderation and consistency.  Most of his golf career he has had to play in the shadow of Tiger Woods, a golfer like no other that essentially amped up the sport in ways that no one could imagine.  Although, Phil was still able to compete and have his share of victories, the game did not always play effortless for him.  I've heard it said that amnesia has to be part of being a professional player, because one has to completely wipe out past failures, missed shots and opportunities, and look ahead to the next game in order to succeed.  I think Phil must be an expert at that, especially with his history of such near losses, many in the last few holes of the game.  

Obviously, he demonstrates maturity as a player, he knows his game.  I like to hear him when he tells about his thinking of his game.  He knows the course, he calculates his shots, as well as the risks he takes.  He's not timid when it comes to certain shots, he trusts his swing.  I see where he embraces his game, it is what it is, there will be good days and bad days, but at the end of the day, the question left is did I do what I wanted to do?  Did I play the way I planned?  I think he probably is an expert in analyzing his game and figuring out what must be done to improve it.  Once again, he has shown that he is reliable and consistent, he may not always be on the Leaderboard, he may even have to go home early before the tournament is over, but you can count on him being in contention once again in the future.  I think the saying goes, "you can't keep a good man down . . ." 

So tomorrow when I set out to play golf, I will proudly list myself as Phil BB, otherwise known as Phil Baby.  I have repeatedly used that name as my logo as I compete against my husband.  It inspires me to practice, hang in there even when I am in the rough and sand, and above all not to give up. And who knows, maybe even I will win a round?

Congratulations, Phil Baby! And thanks for the inspiration to play well!  

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Easter Production

Driving down the freeway, the large billboard caught my eye.  "Join us for our Easter Production,"  it beckoned with splashy brown and orange colors.  It made me think, yes, that's what the resurrection of Jesus Christ has been reduced to. . . a man made production.  Even this very day we celebrate, the headlines are all about the celebrities that attract the biggest Easter crowd.  E.G. "Tim Tebow draws thousands to Texas Easter service."  Once again, I had to think . . . who is Easter really about?  What happened to "Jesus draws a crowd?" I have grown tired of celebrity worship.  Yet, it seems in America that is what most Christians are interested in. We flock to mega churches, we drink in videos and studies all geared to keep us simple minded and complacent.  No longer is theology a priority to be taught.  No, it's better to read through the Bible in a year by reading only 5 minutes a day.  Never mind, contemplating or discuss...
Post a Comment
Read more

Close Encounters of the Spiritual Kind

   " Put yourself in the path that God will work." (Pastor Martin Smith, 1/2024)  On a crisp, clear Saturday morning, I started up the hill with Gypsy Rose eagerly leading the way.  I was more caught up in the fresh air feeling that was invigorating, than paying attention to the few cars that passed us by.  But there up ahead, a small red truck had slowed to the curb to flag me down.  "Could I help him find his son's house?" He was an older gentleman with his phone in hand.  He couldn't reach his son because the calls only went to voicemail, and he didn't have his address, only that it was somewhere here in Rancho.  I googled his son for him, but unfortunately, it only brought up an older address which was the current address now for this man.  There was no updated address for Rancho Cucamonga.  I told him the bad news, but he was so very gracious.  He did everything to show me that he was for real, pulling out  his driver lice...
Post a Comment
Read more

Awe

  The thunder resounded with a loud clap! Certainly, it came as an afternoon surprise.  The expected rain seemed less than what was forecasted, but with the thunder came a bucket of heavy raindrops splashing against my kitchen window.  I wanted to take it all in, the fresh aroma of falling rain and the beauty of water drops hitting the leaves of my nasturtium and petunia hanging baskets.  Unfortunately, the rain cloud quickly fled, running away into the eastern sky.  But then the sun made its way onto the scene, and I was drawn to a thick band of rainbow colors shining up at me.  The western sky was magnificently orange, completely bound up tight with that solo color scheme.  I went outside to catch it all before it would disappear.  Creation again was causing me to pause in awe and wonder. . . Awe is that reverential wonder, that even includes fear and respect.  It is only a 3 letter word, but it takes bigger and grander words to define it....
Post a Comment
Read more