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Author - Jay Flemma

In Custody Battle, Virginia Judge Bans Promising 10 Year Old Girl From Golf for One Year

On the face of it, this looks unfair. A 10 year old girl, clearly a child prodigy at golf, is mysteriously being banned from golf for one year while her parents fight over custody. From the Deadspin article: “The ban comes as the kid is thriving on the links. By the count of Vechery [the father], a career real estate salesman and part-time golf coach, his...

Olympics Loss, Unsportsmanlike Sniping Spell Epic Fail for Hope Solo, Women’s Soccer Equal Pay Demand

With all the grace and class of a Tinder profile, Hope Solo once again proved that if she’s the voice, face, and heart of the United States Women’s National Soccer team, then they are the quintessential Ugly Americans. It was as colossal a disaster as Women’s soccer could possibly absorb: a perfect storm of athletic defeat, ghastly sportsmanship...

Road Race Review – Rekamreliob (Reverse Boilermaker) Road Race Poised to Become Running’s Newest Cult Classic

Special to Slave to the Traffic Light Running Magazine, by Jay Flemma UTICA, NY – It happens sometimes in running; a race becomes so beloved, so iconic, so much fun that it spawns a spin-off, a sister run. Then the new run becomes almost as popular as the first. The most famous example is the pair of Canyonlands runs near Moab, Utah. The spring half marathon...

As Nike Golf Closes, Phil Mushnick Slams Them as a Grisly Shuck

If you want the truth about what’s happening in the darker corners of the sports world, Phil Mushnick of the New York Post should be a daily stop. Today he skewers Nike’s entire Tiger Woods-fueled lunacy that led to their demise. From the article: “Nike was barking up the wrong money tree. Golfers aren’t as impressionable or as vulnerable as...

One and Done? More One-hit Wonders win at PGA Championship Than Other Majors

SPRINGFIELD, NJ – As night falls at Baltusrol and the forest-draped mountain is shrouded by low clouds, the waning crescent moon shines feebly in the overcast sky. Finally, the promised rain came, just a thin shower, but I was too late. Against all predictions, the 2016 PGA Championship finished on time Sunday night. Inside the clubhouse amber lights burn...

The Longest Shot – Club Pro Ed Furgol Wins the 1954 U.S. Open at Baltusrol

SPRINGFIELD, NJ – —“I didn’t win despite my handicap, but because of it – just as Hogan came back from that automobile accident, and Babe Zaharias came back from a cancer operation. — Ed Furgol after winning The 1954 U.S. Open at Baltusrol At precisely 9 o’clock the sun went down with a last vermillion flash behind old Baltus...

Stop the Madness! How to Keep Tour Pros From Shooting 20-under and Endless 63s at Majors

SPRINGFIELD, NJ – Right on cue, Baltusrol did what it always does at major golf championships – surrender a record low score. Sometimes it’s an immortal that does it – such as Jack Nicklaus or Phil Mickelson. Sometimes, however, it’s a journeyman who comes out of nowhere – Lee Janzen or Thomas Bjorn leap to mind. Each of those four...

The Eve of Battle – Anticipation High at Baltusrol as Players Begin Season’s Last Major

SPRINGFIELD, NJ – The approach of sunset was as grand as a Norman Rockwell painting. Rugged Baltusrol Mountain, also called First Mountain, stood sentinel over the stately golf course with its rambling Tudor architecture clubhouse as it has for over a century, while the sun dipped down low between the clouds and hillside, spreading a reddish flame across the...

Players Ready to Roll at Baltusrol, 98th PGA Championship

SPRINGFIELD, NJ – When you look at a map of Baltusrol Country Club, the payout of the golf course resembles a barbell with the left side over-inflated on the bottom. But to the professional golfers assembled here for the last major golf championship of the year, the 98th PGA, it looks more like the plumpest, fattest, juiciest chicken wing this side of Buffalo...

The PGA Championship at Baltusrol – A Haunted Golf Course, but not a Scary One

“Ye friends that weep about my grave Compose your minds to rest Prepare with me for sudden death And be forever blest” That is the chilling epitaph on the forlorn, grey tombstone standing sentinel over wealthy oxen farmer Baltus Roll’s lonely grave in a northern New Jersey Presbyterian burial ground. His was a pioneering family in the region, so...