Hogan, Shmogan?

In his latest Antiseptic Golfer column, John Hawkins already shows signs of running out of topics to rant about by picking on Ben Hogan and the people who respect his accomplishments. 

Anyone who wins six major championships after getting pummeled by a Greyhound bus deserves a ton of credit, but Hogan just passed 28 tons on the slobber scale, which exceeds the legal limit for a guy who couldn't make a four-footer and lost to Jack Fleck in a U.S. Open playoff. I'm thinking the crusty, old Texan himself would have objected to such an overdose of fawning.