Fun stuff from Skratch dressing up Karl in a logo clad shirt and turning him loose on the grounds. Selfies, fist bumps with his fellow, uh, pros...it's all in good fun, but also speaks to how many players look like...a PGA Tour pro.
Hogan left us the other day for greener fairways. A goodbye as he would have wanted it, without superlatives, by a man of God in his own church in Forth Worth before an audience of his contemporaries and the flower of American golf...a man on whom even a breath of scandal never touched, who never did an unworthy thing in his life, whose friendship was as rare as rubies. For what Hogan meant, it's the old story. For those who know golf, no explanation is necessary. For those who don't, no explanation is possible.