20 Years of Golf: Decades' worth of memories

By Randall MellJanuary 17, 2015, 1:45 pm

(Editor’s note: Golf Channel turns 20 years old on Jan. 17. In recognition, we are looking back at golf over the last two decades with a series of articles and photo galleries throughout the week.)

It’s time for reflection.

Anniversaries, after all, are the times we remember a date that something notable occurred in our personal or collective histories, or we take stock remembering how something has unfolded since its inception.

The 20th anniversary of Golf Channel is a time to celebrate our golf memories here.

In the spirit of that, here’s an accounting of 20 memories that have stayed with me since I began covering golf in 1997. They’re listed here in no particular order, because special memories can be like your own children, there’s just no ranking them:

A Devoted Mother

I remember looking up at the first tee at the Ione D. Jones/Doherty Cup at Coral Ridge Country Club early in 2003 and seeing Kathy Krickstein Pressel bundled in a winter coat and a couple of blankets on an unusually bone-chilling morning in Fort Lauderdale, Fla. All you could see were her eyes from beneath the blankets.

Kathy was Morgan Pressel’s mother, and she was in the midst of chemotherapy in her battle with breast cancer. She was weakened by the treatments and vulnerable to infection, but there was no keeping her away from watching 14-year-old Morgan in the semifinals. She walked the entire match. I wouldn’t see Kathy the following year at the Doherty Cup. She died in the fall of ’03. She was a beautiful lady, always kind and gracious to me as the local golf writer covering her daughter. Today, Morgan has raised more than $4 million in her mother’s memory in the fight against breast cancer.

I could list 20 memories of Morgan, alone, here. She’s probably the reason my Golf Channel responsibilities include women’s golf. I was practically her biographer as the Sun-Sentinel golf writer documenting her emergence as a teen phenom, and it instilled in me an affection for the women’s game.


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Judy, Judy, Judy

I remember listening to Judy Rankin’s powerful acceptance speech when she received the Ben Hogan Award at the Golf Writers Association of America dinner in 2007.

Judy was being honored for the resolve she showed fighting breast cancer, and she ended her speech telling all the women there to get tested for breast cancer because she’s living proof that early detection is lifesaving. She then told all the men there to make sure the women they love get tested.

Upon returning home, I told my wife, Nicki, about the emotional nature of the speech, and she sheepishly admitted that she had not been tested for awhile, but she would do so. And she did so. After being warned something was amiss in her mammogram, there was a biopsy. We would soon hear the terrifying words: “Invasive Ductal Carcinoma.”

Judy was right, though. Early detection is lifesaving. Though my wife had gone a few years without a mammogram, her cancer was caught early. Today, she’s almost eight years cancer free.

I’ve thanked Judy for making that speech so memorable, but I’ve never thanked her enough.


The Exceptional Patient

I remember Lynn DeBruin being assigned to sit next to me in the Augusta National media center at the Masters.

By God’s providence, the Masters became a most unusual educational forum for me on the war with breast cancer. A couple years before my wife’s diagnosis, Lynn began covering the Masters for the Rocky Mountain News and was given the seat next to mine. With a few hundred reporters there and only a handful of them women, I can’t believe coincidence put her so close to me. You always get the same seat at the Masters, and so we became neighbors and friends. She was already waging her own battle with breast cancer and doing so in such a disciplined, determined way when my wife was diagnosed. Lynn would become a remarkable early resource for us. She believed in the “exceptional patient” concept outlined by Bernie Siegel in his powerful book “Love, Medicine and Miracles.” I got to see the best possible model of the concept in Lynn. She battled so nobly, fighting her cancer’s return and still living so richly a good dozen years past her original diagnosis before her death just 16 months ago.


The Ace of Hearts

I remember Erik Compton collapsing into his caddie’s arms and passing out in the middle of the seventh fairway during the second round of PGA Tour Q-School at Bear Lakes in West Palm Beach, Fla., back in 2001.

As the recipient of a heart transplant, Compton’s fall sent a scare into everyone who saw it, including rules official Tony Wallin, who raced out to help. Compton lay in that fairway a good 15 minutes, waving the group behind him ahead, but he refused Wallin’s urge to call paramedics. Erik eventually got up, made par at the hole and finished the round.

“There’s no way I’m quitting,” Compton told me at the back of the 11th tee box that day.

That pretty much sums up his remarkable career.


Even Tiger in Awe

I remember the way Tiger Woods looked at the U.S. Open trophy after he winced, grimaced and limped his way to victory on a surgically repaired left knee at Torrey Pines in ’08. It was as if he stepped outside himself hoisting that trophy. For the first time, it was as if he was out there with the rest of us, looking at his achievement in awe. Through the years, he has amazed us with his feats, but for the first time that day, looking at that trophy, he seemed as amazed as we were.

“I don’t know how I ended up in this position,” he said that day.


Character Wins Out

I remember being there when Mark Wilson reminded us why golf is different when he won the Honda Classic in 2007.

In a sports world where we routinely worship achievement at the expense of character and integrity, Wilson broke ranks spectacularly. He called a two-shot penalty on himself in the second round for a rules violation his caddie committed, a violation that a lot of players might have pretended they didn’t notice. Hearing a fellow player and his caddie wonder to themselves what Wilson hit into a green, Wilson’s caddie offered up what club it was. Wilson confronted his caddie, called a rules official and accepted the penalty . . . and eventually went on to win the event in a playoff.


The Affable Terminator

I remember covering the Doherty Cup women’s amateur event in Fort Lauderdale in ’08, where all three of tennis great Ivan Lendl’s daughters were playing. I remember approaching him after he caddied for his youngest, Daniela, with all these preconceptions in my head, memories of his fierce tennis persona.

Lendl was the dour Czech in his prime, more machine than human winning eight Grand Slam titles. The man I met, however, couldn’t have been more gracious. He was witty and charming with a wickedly sharp sense of humor. His daughters, too young to see him play in his prime, told me they found accounts of their father’s cold-hearted persona quite entertaining and couldn’t stop giggling when they stumbled upon a YouTube video of Ivan ferociously slamming a forehand off the chest of a snarling John McEnroe at the net in a tense match.

“It’s pretty funny,” Ivan’s daughter, Isabelle told me. “We watch that over and over again.”


The Donald’s Tour

I remember Donald Trump giving me a one-on-one tour of his brand new clubhouse at Trump International in West Palm Beach early on a Monday before the LPGA’s ADT Championship, before most of the women had arrived.

After showing me the men’s locker room, The Donald led me to the women’s locker room, where he knocked on the door a few times, then gently peaked in announcing himself.

“It’s clear, come on inside, you have to see how nice this is,” Trump said.

So I followed, right behind him as he whisked through the entry way and turned a corner into the larger locker room. That’s where we saw a fully clothed but startled Rosie Jones nibbling some breakfast.

Jones: “Ah, Mr. Trump, do you realize you’re in the women’s locker room?”

The Donald: “Yes, isn’t it the best?”


Flags at Half Mast

I remember arriving to the news of Erica Blasberg’s suicide at the Bell Micro LPGA Classic in Mobile, Ala., in 2010. I remember the shock and confusion among her fellow players, the mystery shrouding the death. I’ll never forget the pain still so palpable in her father’s voice when I followed up with Mel Blasberg last season, the pain no parent wants to know.

I’ll remember Mel graciously sharing his personal regrets, and I’ll remember him reading part of the inscription on Erica’s tombstone to me: “We feel you with us when we dream of all things special. When we take our final breath, we know we’ll be with you.”

Mel’s pain, my inability to turn it into something helpful in my writing about it, haunts me.


A Mother’s Tears

I remember Lexi Thompson’s mother, Judy, going through a box of tissues in the living room of her home in 2012 telling the story of how she fell in love with Lexi’s father, Scott, after the tragic loss her first husband, Scott’s older brother, in a skiing accident.

The tight bond this family built through their scars is admirable.

It’s an extraordinarily gifted and close golfing family with oldest son Nicholas on the PGA Tour, with his sister, Lexi, playing the LPGA and his youngest brother, Curtis, just now starting his pro career in hopes of soon joining them at the highest levels of the game.

Love finds a way. That’s this family’s story.


Even the Bionic Man Was a Fan

I remember this adorable 17-year-old blonde showing up in Fort Lauderdale in a tiny car packed full of golf equipment and luggage back in the winter of 2000. Natalie Gulbis drove cross-country with her father from California to play the first leg of the Orange Blossom women’s winter amateur circuit. She single-handedly transformed the Doherty Cup that year.

With her stellar play, and, quite frankly, her cover-girl looks, Gulbis created a real buzz around the sagging event. With her photo on the front page of our local sports section most of the week, and the stories all focused on her, giant galleries flooded in to see her in the finals. In fact, even actor Lee Majors was there, the former star of the “Six Million Dollar Man” and “The Big Valley” TV shows. Majors was so enamored with the young golf prodigy, he got her to autograph a pairings sheet after she won the title.


Tiger’s Amazing Chip-in

I remember I wasn’t down at the 16th hole at Augusta National when Tiger Woods holed that phenomenal chip shot in the final round to help him win the 2005 Masters, but my father was.

While I was up in the media center cranking notes and watching the finish on the big screen there, my papa was down beside the green roaring with everyone else when the circuitous shot took that one last improbable turn and tumbled into the hole.

My father has this uncanny ability to be in the right place at the right time. I jokingly call him Forrest Gump.


A Father’s Devotion

I remember sitting with fellow golf writer Craig Dolch during lunch at the Honda Classic when he shared details of how his then 14-year-old son, Eric, contracted encephalitis, and how the neurological disorder was creating seizures so severe doctors had to place his son in a medically induced coma.

I remember his eyes watering, but I remember the determination, too. I also remember how fellow writer Tim Rosaforte rallied the formidable South Florida golf community, how the Nicklaus family and so many others stepped up to support the Dolch family. Craig’s devotion to Eric, who never fully recovered, earned him Golfweek’s Father of the Year Award last year. I see Craig’s undying devotion today in his loving Facebook posts of Eric and in the foundation he helped build bearing his son’s name.


Amen Corner

I remember the soul-stirring music wafting down to the 12th hole at Augusta National very early in the final round of the ’98 Masters.

I wasn’t there in ’86 when Jack Nicklaus won the best Masters ever, but I got an unexpected echo of what it must have been like. Nicklaus, at 58, was making another improbable charge. I had never really heard a Nicklaus roar at Augusta National, but I remember sitting in the media stands down in Amen Corner on that picturesque, peaceful day in ’98 when this sound detonated up on the hill way before the leaders teed off. “What the hell was that?” I asked fellow writer Helen Ross, who had been to more Masters than I had. “That can only be one thing,” she said. “That’s a Nicklaus roar.”

We began hearing one roar after another with Nicklaus pouring in birdies early. It was dramatic waiting for the number to be posted on the old wooden scoreboard down there. Alas, Nicklaus ended up tying for sixth, but the sounds he sent echoing down toward us, it made for a magnificent symphony in that magnificent setting.


Amen Corner II

I remember the thrill of playing Amen Corner after winning a spot in the media lottery the Monday after the championship a few years ago. I remember jumping so high after holing a 10-foot putt for par at the 13th hole that I feared denting the green. I had just made pars all the way around Amen Corner. For a 13-handicap, it was the highlight of a humble playing career.


Tiger Tracking

I remember sitting behind Tiger Woods in the back of the 18th green in Sunday’s finish to the 2000 PGA Championship at Valhalla, looking right down the line of the putt he needed to make to force a playoff with Bob May. It was only a 6-footer, but it was mind-boggling how many spike marks that delicate putt wobbled through to find the hole. It was a virtual obstacle course, and I didn’t think there was any way it wasn’t going to get knocked off course.


Lenny’s Rough Homecoming

I remember the dignity Len Mattiace showed enduring the cruelest moment I’ve ever witnessed in golf.

In the hunt in his hometown at The Players Championship in ’98, seeking his first victory, his entire family was huddled near the famed 17th island hole. His mother, battling inoperable lung cancer, was there in a wheelchair beneath a skybox right of the tee with Len’s father behind her. We’ve watched that island hole break hearts before, but never like this. It broke an entire family’s heart that day. It broke a whole community’s heart with Len hitting two shots in the water and making quintuple-bogey 8. As cruel as the finish was, Mattiace was the epitome of grace under fire.

“Lenny walks tall,” his father told us.


A Shot for All Time

I remember standing behind the Blue Monster’s 18th green at Doral when Craig Parry holed the greatest shot I’ve ever seen back in 2004. In a playoff with Scott Verplank, on one of the toughest holes in the game, Parry holed a 6-iron from 176 yards for eagle to win.


Saturday Mornings with Woody and Rosie

I remember cozying in between Mark Wood and Tim Rosaforte in the lobby at Doral for one of our many Golf World On Radio shows. I remember how the conversations had grown so natural on our Saturday morning shows that there were times you almost forgot you were on the air. Woody invited me to be a regular part of his show when I was the golf writer at the South Florida Sun-Sentinel, and I gained so much in the experiences. Woody was a golf instructor, with no real media background, but it’s amazing what his determination brought. He built that little South Florida program into a national show before we finally had to give it up almost 10 years into it.


Best Birdie Ever

I remember taking my son, Jacob, who was 11 at the time, to the executive course (The Tooth) at Orange County National outside Orlando for maybe his fourth or fifth round ever as a beginning golfer. From about 140 yards, with his little fairway wood, he struck a pretty fade over the formidable pond at No. 8 that held the green, and ended up about 30 feet from the flagstick. It might have been the first green he ever hit in regulation. His putt was dramatic, with it slowing and dying near the hole, then making one last tumble into the cup. I became a human rocket when it disappeared, leaping into the air. The first birdie of his life was the most thrilling I’ve ever seen.

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Davies leads Inkster after Day 1 of Senior LPGA Champ.

By Associated PressOctober 16, 2018, 1:10 am

FRENCH LICK, Ind. - Laura Davies opened with a 4-under 68 despite finishing with two bogeys Monday, giving her a one-shot lead over Juli Inkster after Round 1 of the Senior LPGA Championship.

Davies, who earlier this year won the inaugural U.S. Senior Women's Open, had a lost ball on the par-5 18th hole on The Pete Dye Course at French Lick Resort. She still salvaged a bogey in chilly, windy weather that had the 55-year-old from England bundled up in a blanket between shots.

Inkster, runner-up to Davies at the Senior Women's Open, made eagle on the closing hole for a 69.

Jane Crafter was at 70. Defending champion Trish Johnson opened with a 73.

Temperatures were in the high 40s, but the damp air and wind made it feel even colder.

Inkster made a bogey on the 17th hole by missing the green with a 9-iron.

''As old as I am, I still get made and I crushed that drive on 18,'' said Inkster, who followed with a 3-wood to 15 feet to set up her eagle.

The 54-hole event concludes Wednesday.

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Miller to retire from broadcast booth in 2019

By Golf Channel DigitalOctober 15, 2018, 9:14 pm

After nearly 30 years in the broadcast booth, Johnny Miller is ready to hang up his microphone.

Following a Hall of Fame playing career that included a pair of major titles, Miller has become one of the most outspoken voices in the game as lead golf analyst for NBC Sports. But at age 71 he has decided to retire from broadcasting following the 2019 Waste Management Phoenix Open.

“The call of being there for my grandkids, to teach them how to fish. I felt it was a higher calling,” Miller told GolfChannel.com. “The parents are trying to make a living, and grandparents can be there like my father was with my four boys. He was there every day for them. I'm a big believer that there is a time and a season for everything.”

Miller was named lead analyst for NBC in 1990, making his broadcast debut at what was then known as the Bob Hope Desert Classic. He still remained competitive, notably winning the 1994 AT&T Pebble Beach Pro-Am at age 46, but made an indelible mark on the next generation of Tour pros with his frank and candid assessment of the action from some of golf’s biggest events.

Miller’s broadcasting career has included 20 U.S. Opens, 14 Ryder Cups, nine Presidents Cups, three Open Championships and the 2016 Olympics. While he has teamed in the booth with Dan Hicks for the past 20 years, Miller’s previous on-air partners included Bryant Gumbel, Charlie Jones, Jim Lampley and Dick Enberg.

His farewell event will be in Phoenix Jan. 31-Feb. 3, at a tournament he won in back-to-back years in 1974-75.

“When it comes to serving golf fans with sharp insight on what is happening inside the ropes, Johnny Miller is the gold standard,” said NBC lead golf producer Tommy Roy. “It has been an honor working with him, and while it might not be Johnny’s personal style, it will be fun to send him off at one of the PGA Tour’s best parties at TPC Scottsdale.”

Miller was inducted into the World Golf Hall of Fame in 1998 after a playing career that included wins at the 1973 U.S. Open at Oakmont and The Open in 1976 at Royal Birkdale. Before turning pro, he won the 1964 U.S. Junior Amateur and was low amateur at the 1966 U.S. Open at Olympic, where he tied for eighth at age 19.

Born and raised in San Francisco, Miller now lives in Utah with his wife, Linda, and annually serves as tournament host of the PGA Tour’s Safeway Open in Napa, Calif.

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Randall's Rant: Tiger vs. Phil feels like a ripoff

By Randall MellOctober 15, 2018, 7:45 pm

Usually, you have to buy something before you feel like you were ripped off.

The wonder in the marketing of Tiger vs. Phil and “The Match” is how it is making so many people feel as if they are getting ripped off before they’ve shelled out a single penny for the product.

Phil Mickelson gets credit for this miscue.

Apparently, the smartest guy in the room isn’t the smartest marketing guy.

He was a little bit like that telemarketer who teases you into thinking you’ve won a free weekend getaway, only to lead you into the discovery that there’s a shady catch, with fine print and a price tag.

There was something as slippery as snake oil in the original pitch.

In Mickelson’s eagerness to create some excitement, he hinted back during The Players in May about the possibility of a big-money, head-to-head match with Woods. A couple months later, he leaked more details, before it was ready to be fully announced.

So while there was an initial buzz over news of the Thanksgiving weekend matchup, the original pitch set up a real buzzkill when it was later announced that you were only going to get to see it live on pay-per-view.

The news landed with a thud but no price tag. We’re still waiting to see what it’s going to cost when these two meet at Shadow Creek in Las Vegas, but anything that feels even slightly inflated now is going to further dampen the original enthusiasm Mickelson created.

Without Woods or Mickelson putting up their own money, this $9 million winner-take-all event was always going to feel more like a money grab than real competition.

When we were expecting to see it on network or cable TV, we didn’t care so much. Tiger's and Phil’s hands would have felt as if they were reaching into corporate America’s pockets. Now, it feels as if they’re digging into ours.

Last week, there was more disappointing news, with the Las Vegas Review-Journal reporting that tickets won’t be sold to the public, that the match at Shadow Creek will only be open to select sponsors and VIPs.



Now there’s a larger insult to the common fan, who can’t help but feel he isn’t worthy or important enough to gain admittance.

Sorry, but that’s how news of a closed gate landed on the heels of the pay-per-view news.

“The Match” was never going to be meaningful golf in any historical sense.

This matchup was never going to rekindle the magic Tiger vs. Phil brought in their epic Duel at Doral in ’05.

The $9 million was never going to buy the legitimacy a major championship or PGA Tour Sunday clash could bring.

It was never going to be more than an exhibition, with no lingering historical significance, but that was OK as quasi silly-season fare on TV on Thanksgiving weekend (Nov. 23), the traditional weekend of the old Skins Game.

“The Match” still has a chance to be meaningful, but first and foremost as entertainment, not real competition. That’s what this was always going to be about, but now the bar is raised.

Pay per view does that.

“You get what you pay for” is an adage that doesn’t apply to free (or already-paid for) TV. It does to pay per view. Expectations go way up when you aren’t just channel surfing to a telecast. So the higher the price tag they end up putting on this showdown, the more entertaining this has to be.

If Phil brings his “A-Game” to his trash talking, and if Tiger can bring some clever repartee, this can still be fun. If the prerecorded segments wedged between shots are insightful, even meaningful in their ability to make us understand these players in ways we didn’t before, this will be worthwhile.

Ultimately, “The Match” is a success if it leaves folks who paid to see it feeling as if they weren’t as ripped off as the people who refused to pay for it. That’s the handicap a history of free golf on TV brings. Welcome to pay-per-view, Tiger and Phil.

Celia Barquin Arozamena Iowa State University athletics

Trial date set for drifter charged with killing Barquin Arozamena

By Associated PressOctober 15, 2018, 7:28 pm

AMES, Iowa – A judge has scheduled a January trial for a 22-year-old Iowa drifter charged with killing a top amateur golfer from Spain.

District Judge Bethany Currie ruled Monday that Collin Richards will stand trial Jan. 15 for first-degree murder in the death of Iowa State University student Celia Barquin Arozamena.

Richards entered a written not guilty plea Monday morning and waived his right to a speedy trial. The filing canceled an in-person arraignment hearing that had been scheduled for later Monday.

Investigators say Richards attacked Barquin on Sept. 17 while she was playing a round at a public course in Ames, near the university campus. Her body was found in a pond on the course riddled with stab wounds.

Richards faces life in prison without the possibility of parole if convicted.