Well, looks like the Fist Pumper got the best of my beloved Rocco. Did I cry? Yes. But did I shake off my sadness by watching YouTube clips of people falling? Yes. I think Rocco would have wanted it that way. Mr. Mediate, for making me like golf for two full days, you deserve the highest honors, and your name is carved on the winner’s trophy in my heart. (Too much?)
It was fun while it lasted, and I’ve got to agree with Barbara Barker in this Newsday article when she says that “your interest has to be piqued by a guy bold enough to wear a peace symbol on his belt buckle while playing in front of a conservative country club audience.” Cheers, Rocco. Go home to your three children (this, I believe, has been confirmed) and your beautiful wife (still not certain about that one, but it makes me feel better to imagine that he has a wife to go home to).
And for the record, PGA Tour website? When you include a “personal” section about your players, we lady fans might like to see something a little more personal than just where they went to college. Marital status? Callaway-sponsored boxers or briefs? Alcoholic beverage of choice? That sort of thing.
[Posted by Mallory]