Doctored Image?

100greatest_pinevalley.jpgSomeone at the GolfDigest editors blog answers a reader question about the possibility of a doctored photo.

Well, the question is never actually answered except that yes, it seems they ran a doctored image of Pine Valley that came from the club. It's not exactly going to rank up there with questions about say, the Lee Harvey Oswald rifle photo (oh boy, probably a bad example), but it's nonetheless an interesting issue in media circles and admirable that Golf Digest confronted it head on.

Separation of Church and Links?

Several writers have written about or noted Zach Johnson's faith in trying to find something interesting to say about the Masters Champion. Craig Dolch did it here and of course Dan Jenkins of all people celebrated it in his Golf Digest letter from Augusta.

Well Tom Witosky in the Des Moines Register files a thoughtful piece that starts out sounding like an extended version of the Zach-loves-Jesus theme, but then takes an intriguing turn by pointing out that there is only so much preaching some can take before it could backfire.

Johnson's mention of his Christian faith after winning the Masters on Easter Sunday has stirred discomfort among some believing the separation between church and sport should be as strong as between church and state.

"Religion and sport today has become a mutual exploitation society," said Ray Higgs, professor emeritus of English at East Tennessee State University.

At the same time, Johnson's profession sparked the imagination of those who believe sport and religion can be a positive, powerful combination.

And those who know Johnson, 31, say his faith is as much a part of him as is the ability to hit a five-iron within 10 feet of the cup.

"There is no pretense, no hidden agenda, no proselytizing" with Johnson, said Kay Bloom, his former theology teacher at Cedar Rapids Regis High School. "Ultimately, he is owning his faith and he simply shared it with everyone."

And...

"It is really a fine line and you have to be careful from a marketing point of view," said Rick Horrow, a nationally known expert on sports marketing and professional athletics.

"Zach Johnson genuinely has to be himself, and that includes his strong faith," Horrow said. "But he has to watch out that people don't think he is preaching to them."

Chapman Clark, a professor at the Fuller Theological Seminary in California, said Johnson and those surrounding him will have to adjust to that reality quickly.

"My suggestion is that he get himself some sharp people to help him develop his message so that it doesn't come across as exploitative," Clark said.

Paging the LPGA's brand coach!

Higgs, the East Tennessee State professor emeritus, has written several books and articles on religion and sport, including "God in the Stadium: Sports and Religion in America."

He believes the potential tension involved in tying religion to sport has grown as American culture fixated on sports success - as opposed to sports excellence. The emphasis on winning, he said, has turned people away from the value of athletics to focus on victory and money.

"The truth of the matter is there is no correlation between victory and virtue," Higgs said.

"Maybe the Masters bets next year should be in Oreos, not cash."

The ultimate sign of a newspaper's pomposity comes in the form of these pious ombudsman columns where some very special and unbiased staff member opines on questionable moral or potential ethical issues related to a newspaper's favorite topic: itself!

Thanks to reader Noonan, we get to read the Washington Post's Deborah Howell analyzing whether Augusta housemates Len Shapiro, Thomas Boswell and John Feinstein should be in a Masters pool while writing about the event.

Yes, definitely a slow week for ethical lapses at the Post. Don't worry Deborah, Bob Woodward's writing another book!

Reader Bill Sullivan of the District raised the question after a blogger, Sean Jensen of AOL Sports, said he participated in a "high price" pool while covering the Masters golf tournament in Augusta, Ga., with renowned Post columnist Tom Boswell; Leonard Shapiro, a former Post staffer who covers golf on contract; and John Feinstein, a best-selling author and Post freelancer.

Sullivan called the pool "disturbing" and said it "would appear to be a deeply serious breach of journalism ethics," especially because "Boswell and Shapiro had criticized athletes for gambling because it has a corrupting influence on the sport.

"Do Post editors condone this sort of conduct -- particularly since the bets were placed on an event the reporters were covering for the paper? How much was wagered and how long has it been going on? How do the reporters justify their moral criticisms of others when they themselves engage in the same illegal behavior?"

The pool is a tradition going back about 25 years in a house rented by Boswell, Shapiro and other sportswriters who cover the Masters, Boswell said. Feinstein joined about 15 years ago. Jensen was the new guy in the house.

How'd he get roped into that house rental? Poor bastard...

The stakes were $50 apiece for five people. Boswell said there are "a bunch of silly categories and no one wins much." Shapiro was the big winner, with a total of $103 in three categories. Boswell won $16.67. Feinstein won nothing. "Except for a few horse races or a [personal] golf game, I've never bet on anything else in my life," Boswell said. Shapiro said the same.

Hey don't forget last year's over/under on how long it would take Christine Brennan to ask Hootie a Martha question?

Shapiro's and Boswell's articles have criticized high-stakes gambling as it affected players and managers who presumably could affect the outcome of games.

Boswell said the house is not a high-stakes party pad but the "milk and Oreos" house, where a six-pack of beer bought at the tournament's start still had three left at the end. "We come back after the day and watch highlights and tease each other about" their pool picks.

And then they argue about the drapes, who gets the shower first, all before a big pillow fight breaks out.

Feinstein, in an e-mail, wrote, "NO, I've never bet on anything during my years at The Post.

Key phrase: during my years at The Post.

In fact, this year I didn't even participate in the pool because I was too tired to stay up. I put up the 50 bucks as a courtesy to the other guys and they picked my team for me. I was the only one in the house to not win a dollar for the week. . . . This is done in houses all around Augusta for fun and laughs -- and is a way of giving everyone something to talk about during the week. As in, 'who had the low round today?' That's about as serious as it gets."

Emilio Garcia-Ruiz, assistant managing editor for sports, said, "I'm confident that the small-scale pool in no way affected the coverage of the event and was a 25-year tradition that was started only to bolster camaraderie for those living together while covering the event.

Bolster camaraderie? Translation: it's the only way they can tolerate living with each other.

That said, we've stressed to our folks that prizes for these sorts of pools, including the NCAA tournament, should not involve cash, no matter how small the amount." The Post has no written rule on betting.

George Solomon, a former Post sports editor and ESPN ombudsman who is now a University of Maryland journalism professor, sees no problem with "a recreational pool"; he was in the Masters pool when entering cost $10, and he went for Ben Hogan and Sam Snead. Betting "a lot of money on a team or individual is always wrong," he said.

Glad we cleared this weighty matter up. Oh wait, there's more...

Malcolm Moran, who holds the Knight Chair in Sports Journalism and Society at Pennsylvania State University, said, "I wouldn't call [the Masters pool] serious. For myself, I don't get involved in pools."

Well maybe you should talk to someone about this Malcolm. Chlorine is very effective. Oh sorry...

Moran, a former sports journalist at the New York Times, Newsday and USA Today, believes there ought to be rules as there are at the Times, which states in its ethics policy: "To avoid an appearance of bias, no member of the sports department may gamble on any sports event, except for occasional recreational wagering on horse racing (or dog racing or jai alai).

Would you include cockfighting in that too?

This exception does not apply to staff members who cover such racing or regularly edit that coverage." The Times' prohibition does not apply to pools, said Craig Whitney, standards editor.

Longtime Post horseracing writer Andrew Beyer, now a freelancer, does gamble and writes about it, as do many racing writers. Moran said, "Just because it's in the culture doesn't mean it's the right thing to do." Beyer once won $200,000 and wrote about it. Now that gives me serious pause. Beyer did not respond to a phone message.

Can't imagine why.

Many newsrooms -- like many offices -- have sports pools; I never stopped them when I was an editor. The Post's internal NCAA pool was changed this year to make the top prize an iPod instead of cash. Just as well; a company lawyer won it.

TMI!

The Masters pool is not a grave ethical matter, but The Post should have written rules to guide sports journalists on betting. This answer didn't please Sullivan, who wrote, "Reporters go after others with zeal while believing that the rules don't apply to them and that they are above reproach. Accountability for thee but not for me."

Maybe the Masters bets next year should be in Oreos, not cash.

Oh the standards of these journalists! Heart-warming I tell you that we live in a country where such important matters are deliberated. 

The Donald: "Golf Digest is a disgrace to their profession."

trump1.jpgTrump in today's New York Post, talking about Trump International's not-so-stunning departure from the Top 100:

"Golf Digest is a disgrace to their profession. They should be ashamed of themselves," Trump told Page Six. On its last list, Golf Digest, published by Conde Nast, placed the 27-hole West Palm Beach course on 200-plus acres at No. 84. This year it was banished, he said, as a result of a tense Nov. 28 meeting he had at Trump Tower with the magazine's publisher, Thomas Bair.

"Bair came to my office and told me the only way I'll get the ratings I deserve was if I advertised. I said, 'No thanks' and sent him on his way," Trump recalled. "Can you believe it? The magazine had already told me that I have built the best new courses in this country in years - but then they say I have to advertise to make it in? It's unbelievable." Trump said Golf Digest honchos have also been down on him because he featured the editors of rival Golf Magazine in episodes of "The Apprentice."
Yes, that's something to envy.
Bair refused to comment, but Golf Digest editor Jerry Tarde said of Trump, "I think he's kidding. He knows it never happened. Nobody can buy their way on the list."
Shoot, no one understands the list either! Nice Post typo here:
Gold Digest flack Andrew Katcher said the ratings were tabulated from the opinions of 800 players, and insisted, "It just came down to the numbers and nothing that Trump International did wrong. In fact, Trump International missed by just a few hundredths of a point."

And this is interesting:

Trump was further infuriated when he learned that Golf Digest had gloated about his course's demise in a story pitch it made to Page Six. In that e-mail, Katcher crowed: "I suspect Mr. Trump will be extremely displeased when he learns of this . . . Depending on what he says, we thought this could be a fun - and potentially biting - piece."

Trump responded to that: "They are using my name to try to get publicity for themselves. It's despicable they send out a release to announce Trump is not on their list. For shame!" The club, where memberships go for $350,000 and up, was rated by Florida Golf Magazine as "the best course in Florida."

Oops. Almost makes you feel sorry for The Donald that they're sending out releases to Page Six. Almost. 

"It's such a cool hang"

Tim Rosaforte's latest Tour Insider column features a fascinating tale of woe that started with a minor mistake in referring to Brett Wetterich's home course during his NBC segment. And now through the grave grace of God, he's managed to milk a 1150 word column featuring a modest 30 self references. Ah, the power of the Internet.

We've got this plan to play at McArthur, because Nicky has the greens rolling at 13-plus, and BW is getting ready for his first Masters. We shook hands and he said, "I just wish I made a few more putts," looking more down than up for a guy who just finished second in a World Golf Championship event. I told him what Price had said, and that put a smile on his face. What I didn't tell him was that I totally butchered a line on NBC, saying that Medalist was Nick Price's club.
The Medalist is Greg Norman's club, where Brett has had a membership since he was playing the Nationwide Tour. McArthur is the club next door that Nick did with Tom Fazio. Those who know golf immediately picked up the difference, I'm sure. It's like calling Shinnecock The National.
Actually, I was thinking it sounded more like calling the TPC Sawgrass The Villages. Anyway... 
Now I don't want to blame my faux pas on anyone, knowing it occurred because I broke the Jimmy Roberts' credo about talking slow. But I will say that just as I was delivering the information about Wetterich, Phil and Amy Mickelson showed up, stood behind the cameraman, and started mugging like two kids, popping up and down on both sides of the camera, making silly faces.
Oh those hucksters!
Phil was really there to see what I was going to say about him working with Butch Harmon, but that bit came later. And since it was late in the final round, and no time for small talk with Jimmy, I didn't get a chance to clean up that double I made referring to Nick Price's club.

That's McArthur, where one of my best friends, Kevin Murphy, is the head pro. Where they invite me to play in one of the best two-day events in golf, The Milk Jug. It's such a cool hang, so Nick Price in low-keyness, that there was a rumor Tiger wanted to buy up the rest of the memberships and call it his club when he moves to Jupiter Island.

Okay, sine that last sentence started to sound like a cross between Borat and Ali G, it's only appropriate to  feed this excerpt to the Ali G tranzlata...

we've got dis plan to play at mcarthur, coz nicky as da greens rollin at 13-plus, and bw is gettin ready fa is first masters. we shook ands and he said, "i just wish i made a few more putts," checkin more down than up fa a geeza who just finished second in a world golf championship event. i told im wot price did ave said, and dat put a smile on is face. wot i didn't tell im was dat i totally butchered a line on nbc, sayin dat medalist was nick price's cukabilly.

da medalist is greg norman's cukabilly, where brett as did ave a membership since he was playin da nationwide tour. mcarthur is da cukabilly next doa dat nick did wiv tom fazio. those who know golf immediately picked up da difference, me is sure. it's dig callin shinnecock da national.

now i don't dig to blame me faux pas on anyone, knowin it occurred coz i broke da jimmy roberts' credo about bangin slow. but i will say dat just as i was deliverin da information about wetterich, phil and amy mickelson showed up, stood behind da cameraman, and started muggin der two kids, poppin up and down on bof sides of da camera, makin silly faces. phil was for real there to check wot i was goin to say about im angin wiv butch armon, but dat bit came lata. and since it was late in da final round, and no time fa small natta wiv jimmy, i didn't get a chance to clean up dat double i made referrin to nick price's cukabilly.

innit mcarthur, where one of my wickedest boys, kevin murphy, is da ead pro. where dey invite me to play in one of da wickedest two-day events in golf, da milk jug. it's such a wicked ang, so nick price in low-keyness, dat there was a ruma tiga wanted to purchase up da chill of da memberships and call it is cukabilly whun he moves to jupita island.  

Ron Whitten Has The Best Job In Golf Now That He Doesn't Have To Deal With Panelists

Ryan Young of the Kansas City Star profiles Golf Digest Architecture Editor Ron Whitten. Highlights:
The last time the U.S. Open came through Oakmont in 1994, the story was Ernie Els winning his first major championship and Arnold Palmer playing in his final U.S. Open. But Whitten’s story was about an overgrowth of trees that had sapped the once mostly barren course of its character.

“The membership was so (angry) at me that they wanted to jerk my U.S. Open media credentials,” Whitten said. “But after the tournament there was a group that took that article and slowly, quietly persuaded members that there needed something to be done. So they had a midnight chainsaw massacre where they’d go out, literally at 4 in the morning, and cut down three trees and clean them up. … They’ve now taken 5,000 trees out, and the place is back to looking where you can stand there and look at this sweeping, gnarly landscape.”

If he’s not scouring the site of the next major, he’s just as likely to be paying his way onto a public course. One week Carnoustie, Scotland, the next the local sand greens course.

“I get really tired of playing with the pro, the superintendent and the club president, who are just lobbying the hell out of me,” he said. “I’d just as soon play with real people … who don’t know squat about me. It’s fun to interact and find out what real paying customers are looking at.”

And what has he learned?

Not everybody is counting the number of trees. Not everybody appreciates golf from his perspective.

“The average golfer doesn’t give squat about architecture,” Whitten said. “Condition, that’s everything. … Now everything is climate-controlled. Now everything has life-support systems, and we all expect our golf course on the opening day in March to be in the same condition that it will be in July, August and October. And that’s not realistic.

“I’ve written about it for 30 years. It’s a losing battle. We’re used to air conditioning. We’re used to cushy seats, and we’re used to having our golf carts with our ice chests and ball washers on them. … It’s crazy. So I’m sounding like an old man, ‘Back in the good old days …’ ”

Golf.com Re-launches...

...with a classy new look that is not too cluttered, though the text in bold could be a bit darker, at least on my screen.

But as with any great site, it's easy to find stuff. The course finder feature looks promising too. Though there isn't much "stuff" to find on there, so I don't yet see a reason to check in daily (not yet).

However, it's definitely is worth bookmarking and giving a shot.

"The question stands: Tiger, are you listening?"

Garry Smits should be receiving a scolding lecture from one of Tiger's stenographers after this column suggesting that appearances in some other cities would only add to his credibility when talking about growing the game:
Woods has frequently said he wants to bring golf to kids and minorities. Wouldn't a great way be entering, just once per five years or so, Tour events he has never or rarely played? Wouldn't that be great for the charities of those events?

What if Woods played Tour events in Houston, Los Angeles and Tampa, cities with large African-American and Hispanic populations? What about the Zurich Classic and the shot in the arm he would give the New Orleans area?

Right now, the events with Woods in the field are healthy. Too many that don't get him are struggling.

Perhaps it's unfair to Woods that he makes or breaks events, but there it is.

The question stands: Tiger, are you listening?

2007 Golf Writers Awards

With my schedule of late, I was never able to post the annual Golf Writers Association writing contest winners (yes, sanity has been restored, I won nothing this year).

In a review of the winning efforts, I was a bit surprised to notice the first place entry in the Internet Feature category was actually part of a weekly press release issued by an official from a tour!

Sorry I'm going to miss that GWAA meeting in Augusta. Should be a real peach! 

"Golf Happens"

The L.A. Times sent out their former hockey columnist for some rivetting insights into Sunday's Nissan Open finale. Check out this killer lede:

Phil Mickelson's opportunities to win the Nissan Open were strewn around Riviera Country Club with the leaves that reclaimed the greens and cart paths after he lost to Charles Howell III on the third hole of a playoff.

The leaves that reclaimed the greens and cart paths? Wow. I need a moment to soak that poetry up.

And how about this Jim Murray-eat-your-heart-out moment:

Sunday was Howell's day to shine, to be known not as "Charlie three sticks" for the suffix attached to his last name, but as a winner.

Golf happens. Mickelson has a great short game, but he couldn't explain why he missed an apparently good putt on 13 and another on 16. Even Tiger Woods loses once in a while — though not in his last seven PGA Tour events and not here this year, since he chose to take a week off before this week's Accenture Match Play Championship at Marana, Ariz.

Mickelson, a two-time Masters champion, has lost tournaments before. And he will lose tournaments again.

Chills down the spine here in Santa Monica. 

It's A Mitzvah!

The San Diego Union Tribune's Tod Leonard was subjected to that modern newspaper advertising guru's idea of extending the brand: an online chat.

It did allow him to answer a question I had posed on the site last week:

The Buick Invitational will be played as usual in 2008. The original plan was to play the final two rounds on the North Course, but when the City Council rejected the idea of a redesign, the Century Club asked the USGA for permission to use the South for the weekend, and the USGA agreed.

The chat also provided Leonard a chance to bond with his readers, and to teach someone like yours truly who has been known to use the same word that got Leonard in trouble.

donstone(Q) Do you have any idea what the offensive word "schmuck" means that you used so inappropriately in your column today??

TodLeonard(A) My dictionary.com tells me that it means "obnoxious or contemptible person." Apparently, it's also yiddish for penis, although I certainly did not know that. As is fairly clear in the story, I used it because it rhymed with luck. My apologies if you were offended, and I'll reconsider the next time I think about using it.

L'Chaim to life!