Ron Green Sr.

After some bad advice and false starts, now is a great time for a fresh start for Michelle Wie.

Bubba Watson is missing the Crowne Plaza Invitational At Colonial in Fort Worth this week, marking the sixth week in the last seven he has bypassed a PGA Tour event since winning the Masters.

Don't let this game of golf fool you. In all of that overwhelming beauty ... there is tucked away a ruthless mean streak as wicked as a duck hook.

What's to like about golf? So many things, from Tani Tseng to Phil Mickelson to club pros.

Ron Green Sr.: We were sitting around Augusta National this spring talking about golf when Dan Jenkins veered off the path and said, “You know what I really hate? Political correctness. College professors invented that @#$%, after they had finished teaching communism.”

While the famous ones were swapping birdies and throwing the lead around like a beanbag in the Wells Fargo Championship, I spent a good part of my Saturday watching what to me, a tender soul, is the best story of the week at the Quail Hollow Club.

The PGA Tour is one of sports’ most glamorous shows, but on Fridays, the glamour fades to three shades of beige for about half of the tournament’s field. It’s cut day, when only the top 70 and ties get to keep their tee times and courtesy cars for the final two rounds over the weekend.

Rickie Fowler’s name went up on the Wells Fargo Championship leader board Thursday morning and the place lit up in fuchsia and gold and crimson and orange.

You’ve seen it dozens of times. Phil Mickelson hitting shots nobody else can even see, “watch this” shots that seem doomed to wind up in a bad lie in a scum-covered pond deep in a stand of cedars, but fly magically onto the green.

On one grassy stretch of lawn, men and women in sports attire sat under umbrellas at tables scattered about, lunched on crepe vegetrienne or tomato caprese or un plaiser, sipped tea and talked quietly about something probably unrelated to their surroundings, which was a golf course.