Adam Scott, Good at Making Really Long Putts

Although I watched as many minutes of golf this weekend as pelican hunting, I was able to catch the highlights this morning of the Adam Scott putt in the playoff and it was rather remarkable.

It is said to be 48-feet (even though my dad told me on the phone last night it might have been 80-feet or even 90), but it was across an extremely tough green on a course that didn't yield a ton of birdies all week. Ryan Moore, a talent just waiting for his first victory, had done exactly what he needed, stuffing his iron shot closer and thinking he was in the driver's seat, up until Mr. Scott slammed the bomb from Shreveport.

Before the week I actually picked Scott to win, which might be the only time in my life I've picked a winner correctly that wasn't Tiger Woods. For some reason, Scott enjoys Texas golf and seems to play well and comfortably well, and it doesn't hurt he was the highest ranked player in a deluded field.

Nonetheless, a win is a win, and two things we know. Scott is still good and Ryan Moore might be better with time. Also, Paula Creamer had a chance to extend her playoff with Annika Sorenstam but left an eight-foot putt short. I'm sorry but I think it's time to abandon the pink ball. That is lame Paula. Lame.

(Side note: The above picture is exactly why me and none of my friends could ever be famous. Sure, we might write a great screenplay or land in the right script for the big-screen, but we'd get the eventual "skeletons in your closet" question and pictures like the above one would circulate around the web faster than two-girls-one-cup. I blame both social networking and the ability to take millions of pictures on a digital camera. Oh, and also because we take a lot of really strange pictures.)