Crafted with only the finest ingredients, Team Lynx (originally a joke about my and Todd's considerable incompetence on the links) has expanded to actually include some good golfers. The best thing about this is, of course, that when I summarize how we did at some event or other I don't have to restrict myself to words like, "embarrassing," "putrid," "missed an unbelievably easy putt," and "banned from tournament competition."
Cam
is touring with Lesli and Worm this year, their full tour schedule can be found
on the Flying Eye Pro Tour 2001 Page, so
go look at it already. He had a successful 2000 which included 4 Supertour
wins, a top 10 finish at the World Championships, and a visit to Bruce Ricke's
backyard in Miami.
Coming off a brief retirement from the game in late 2000, Ryan has rededicated himself to looking foolish on the course. We at Lynx are behind him 100% in his effort and wish him the best of luck, although we don't think he'll need it.
His tour schedule has not been set yet, but will likely include defending his title in Birmingham as well as at least one trip to Florida for the Melbourne Open. Further details as I make them up.
Lesli
will be touring full time with Cam and Worm this year, she won
a stack of tournaments last year include the US Women's National
Championships. She's from beautiful Mobile, Alabama and
was once subjected to the indignity of having to play a round
in Southern Nationals with me. Despite this trauma she perseveres.
Lesli won the Amateur World Championships a couple of years
ago and usually carries around a little musical stuffed animal
in her bag (it is musical, isn't it?). Why don't you?
International
spy.
On leave?
Todd
almost certainly has the lowest practice-to-tournament play ratio
in the world (if I were a smart ass here I'd slip in something
like, "... and it shows," but I learned better in my
years of education). He's finally begun throwing something
less overstable than the Viper, but I'm not sure whether that
means he's moving up in the world or leaving that elite group
of overstable purists (like the guy in Daytona who putts with
his Whippet-X).
Doug
has staked a reasonably solid claim to being the world's worst
touring player. He practices often in order to keep
that lofty title, feeling that anything less than his best couldn't
possibly be his worst.
In his spare time he breaks various necessary-for-disc-throwing appendages playing rugby and never passes on an opportunity to mention it on the web site.
Which, I believe, I've just done.
[Editor's note: Observe the burgeoning gut on Mr. Porter.
And note it to him anytime you see him.]
