Someone, Somewhere Needs To Get A Life: Juli Inkster Tossed On A Golf Rules Violation

Were it not so heartbreaking for a classy athlete, it would be funny. But, it's not.

Somebody, with too much time on his hands, and a detailed knowledge of the rules of golf, spotted Juli Inkster taking some warm up swings on the tenth tee, using a weight on her club. From his television set. She had been waiting for half an hour to tee off, and was loosening up.

So, he calls the golf tournament, to bust her. And the tournament officials take the call! Why? What on earth were they thinking?

They let her finish the back nine, and then tell she's been DQ'd. It's heartbreaking, because she was in the hunt for the lead when they tossed her.

This is idiocy. Does baseball allow fans to phone in if they suspect a balk? Or allow TV viewers to report a corked bat? Do hockey fans get to call in high-stick penalties on a game in San Diego from a bar in Boston?

This sort of stuff poisons the well. The game is on the course, between the ropes. The TV audience, as much as some individuals may wish it, is not a participant in the tournament. If they wanna play, they need to make it through Q-School, on their own merits.

How's about a new rule in that arcane book that prohibits tournament officials from taking phone calls from wing-nuts?

OS hopes the players raise hell with tourney officials. Perhaps if some notables begin pointedly not showing up, the point may be made. Let ticket sales tank on a few events, and a new spirit of reason may yet take root.

OS also hopes the no-life twit who decided the LPGA couldn't live without him reads this. You, bubba, are the definition of a loser.

Take a hint: Most forty-year-old men have jobs and don't live in momma's basement.