If you've ever scanned the contents of this site (I'd first like to apologize for that), you know that I find it
To set the record straight, I don't hate Phil. Hell, I remember the 2004 Masters, watching that amazing back-nine with my then-girlfriend and family in a house on Caddo Lake, cheering him on like Big Brown down the stretch. I was a Phil Phreak, pulling for him partly because he was a lefty, mostly because he was the lovable loser, that golfer that never could get over the edge (think about it - he lost majors to Payne Stewart and David Freaking Toms). The guy finished second or third eight times before breaking through in the '04 Masters.
The thing is, I grew up a little and realized that Mickelson was a little fake. That happy-go-lucky grin he sported wasn't one of goofy desperation, it was a permanent boob-job on his face. I started to lose my love and wasn't the only one. He just wasn't the people's guy anymore.
Well, it's May of 2008 and slowly, Phil has become a sideshow to the PGA Tour, not the extremely talented Robin he once was. Schmickey has won just twice in the last year compared to seven victories in the same period for Tiger, mediocre at best for a guy with talent like Mickelson.
He hasn't won a major since that disastrous, pitiful, Scott Hoch-style choke jobs to define all choke jobs double-bogey he made in the 2006 U.S. Open on the final hole. He has factored only once since then, but not really, with his fifth place this year at Augusta. He just isn't the headline anymore.
If Phil could find a way to win before Torrey Pines, it sure would make it more interesting. The media looked at the Open this year as a perfect spot for the two marquee names in golf to battle, a place both Tiger and Phil had won and know very well. With Tiger rehabbing and Phil looking very mediocre, we might be subjected to spell-checking another major winners name come June 15th. My plea - find your game Mr. Mickelson (and lose those Barclays shirts for all of us).
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