Tiger Woods is no doubt, fed up with all the LIV bunk.
Fed up enough where he, his own-self, summoned what is being thrown out there as some of the top 20 (or fewer) players in town for this week’s BMW Championship for a “Players Only” meeting.
Yes, El Tigre, The Man, The Myth, The Legend, hopped on Air Eldrick and had his pilots make a bee-line for Philadelphia, where he jumped in a large SUV and headed for Wilmington. There was a stowaway on Air Eldrick — Rickie Fowler — who looks like he was off to the Tiger meeting, not that Rickie’s an “elite” player anymore.
When Tiger talks, everyone listens and now we see Tiger ascending to the throne of elder statesman of the PGA Tour, ready to lend his credibility, his beliefs to help repel this assault by The Infidels (aka The Saudis) who are led by The Lamest Commissioner In All The Land, and that would be one Greg Norman (aka The Great White Fish Stick).
Brad Faxon spilled the beans about this meeting. Brad knows a lot, so does Davis Love III.
One player who did not attend the Tuesday Summit at Wilmington Golf and Country Club was Cameron Smith, the soon-to-be most high-profile Defector that The Lamest Commissioner has lured and this one’s a huge catch for the LIVers. They will actually be getting a guy who is ranked No. 2 in the world (for now) and has most likely already signed his life away to work for The Infidels.
And that’s correct, LIVers are no longer “Independent Contractors” — they are paid employees of the Saudi Regime.
Tiger’s meeting was one of two on Tuesday, the other was the Players Advisory Council. On Wednesday, it will be PGA Tour Commish Jay Monahan’s (aka The Sheriff Of Nottingham) turn to meet with the players, reportedly a larger group than the 19 (or lees) that met with Tiger.
As for Cam, tough week for The Mullet in Memphis. First, he had to dodge all the questions regarding his inevitable defection to the LIV. There was way too much smoke around this one to ignore. And the manner in which Smith dodged the question was right in line with those who have gone before him — elusive, secretive, somber, not proud and not wanting to admit that they basically did the old money grab and nothing else. Fellow Aussie Cam Percy blew the whistle on Cam, which obviously irked the daylights out of The Mullet.
Cam’s number is supposed to be in the $100 million range and that’s a bargain when you consider The Infidels forked out $200 million (allegedly) for washed-up Phil Mickelson, who has been averaging around a cool 75 strokes per LIV exhibition. Talk about overpaying. But maybe not, Lefty also filled the role of Recruiter-In-Chief for The Lamest Commissioner and The Infidels.
Cam’s a bargain compared to the reported $150 million to Dustin Johnson, who hasn’t won anything since the November 2020 Masters and really doesn’t like to be bothered, with, you know, actually having to play golf. He’d rather be on his boat in the Jupiter Inlet with his brother. Practice? Why? D.J. wants to be done when he’s 40 and that’s not too far down the road. D.J.’s the best player on the LIV exhibition stage and he hasn’t managed to win.
No, Cam leaving means that The Infidels have landed the current Players champion and the current Open champion, which in Cam’s mind, has to lead him to think he can win every darn one of those wonderful 54-hole “exhibitions” that feature free beer, sparse crowds, loud music, and, if you’re lucky — A Trump Rally — yeah, golf — only more political.
Which brings us back to Tiger, who obviously doesn’t like what The Infidels are doing. Heck, he thumbed his nose at a $700-$800 million offer. Nope, you can’t buy Tiger Woods.
And, while we’re at it, the Great Cam Smith Defection has to basically knock the dog-poo out of any LIV hopes of winning an anti-trust lawsuit.
And speaking of the Great Cam Smith Defection, perhaps things got a little too tense for the Brisbane Mullet last week. Just like that, he has a hip issue that springs up only on soft fairways.
So Cam might want to take appropriate precautions as next week’s finale at East Lake often sports soft fairways — it’s that rainy time of the year around Atlanta.
And when it rains, it pours.
And it’s not “hip” to get wet.
