That was a weekend.
We had the Players Championship from which Justin Thomas emerged victorious over Lee Westwood. Lee has been runner-up the last two weeks and continues to show he is still one the better ball strikers in golf even at the age of 47. Dechambeau was up there again, making me eat humble pie – he’s beginning to show he can play the nuances and have fun doing it. Am I beginning to mellow? And, fuck, he can belt it. I loved this from Ian Poulter after round one:
Justin Thomas had an impressive weekend with 64-68 around a course that your average scratch player would do well to break 80 on.
Though I don’t really care – I kept half an eye on the America’s Cup. Luna Rossa and the Kiwis are evenly matched it seems.
Super Rugby continued its endeavour to be the most penalised sport in the history of mankind. I turned the Blues game off after 12 minutes when it was clear the incessant whistle wasn’t going to end. What is even more evident is that not even the TMO can get the bloody calls right. The penalty try in the Chiefs game that wasn’t and the Ioane non-try left everyone including Leon McDonald, baffled.
I would much prefer to watch the 6 Nations. There were some great games too. I loved Tadgh Furlong side-stepping the Scots like a young Mike Gibson. FYI, Tadgh is 6 foot and 122kg. That’s a large human to be throwing hot stepping badness in to an international. The Poms beat the French in a game probably no side deserved to lose. I’m still not convinced Owen Farrell is the best England captain. He can play for sure, but I think he’s probably better off without the responsibility. Hard to know who would replace him though.
League kicked off with the Warriors winning. That and the Poms winning in Paris meant my weekly picks were well and truly fucked.
I’m going to try some video tonight – god help me and you.
See you tomorrow 🙂
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