Well, let me tell you somethin’ ’bout this fella, Scottie Scheffler. Folks keep jabberin’ on ’bout him, sayin’ he’s some big shot in that golfin’ world. PGA Deere somethin’ or other, and somethin’ called Scottie Scheffler. Sounds fancy, but I ain’t too sure what all the fuss is about.
Now, they tell me this young man, Scottie, he’s been winnin’ all sorts of golf games. Player of the Year, they call him. And not just once, but three times in a row! Land sakes, that’s a lot of winnin’, ain’t it? Makes me think of my prize-winning rooster back in the day. Always struttin’ around like he owned the place.
They say he played in somethin’ called the Masters and won himself a green jacket. Don’t know why he’d want a green jacket, seems kinda loud to me. But I guess it’s a big deal in them golfin’ circles. And he’s goin’ to the Olympics too, playin’ for gold. Imagine that, playin’ games for gold! Reminds me of them gold miners back in the old days, always lookin’ for a big strike.
- He’s real good at hittin’ that little white ball, they say.
- And he don’t miss many shots, always landin’ in the right spot.
- Seems like he’s winnin’ somethin’ just about every week.
This Scottie fella, he made a whole lotta money too. Millions and millions, they say. More money than I could ever imagine. Heard tell he got somethin’ called a FedExCup and a bunch of other bonuses. Don’t know what a FedExCup is, sounds like somethin’ you’d drink coffee outta. But I guess it means he’s got more money than he knows what to do with.
Now, some folks are sayin’ he’s the best golfer in the whole wide world. World No. 1, that’s what they call him. And he’s been winnin’ all sorts of tournaments, seems like every time he steps out on that golf course. Sixteen top-10 finishes, they say. That’s a lot of top-10s, even I can understand that. He’s always up there near the top, like cream risin’ to the top of the milk jug.
But you know, I ain’t too impressed by all that fancy talk and big money. What I wanna know is, can he milk a cow? Can he plow a field? Can he fix a fence? That’s the kinda stuff that matters in my book. Golfin’ all day seems like a mighty waste of time to me, but I guess to each their own.
They say he ain’t gonna be playin’ in some Illinois game, though. Somethin’ about him being picky about where he plays now. Guess he’s too good for some places now that he’s got all that money and fame. He’s takin’ some time off then he’s headin’ over to Europe for some more golfin’. Seems like he’s always on the go, that boy. Reminds me of my grandson, always runnin’ around like a chicken with its head cut off.
Anyways, that’s the story on this Scottie Scheffler fella. He’s a good golfer, I guess, wins a lot, and makes a lot of money. But I still ain’t convinced he’s worth all the fuss. Give me a good old-fashioned farmer any day of the week. At least you know they can do a hard day’s work and put food on the table.
So there you have it, my take on this PGA, Scottie Scheffler, and all that golfin’ hullabaloo. Makes you think, don’t it?
