- It was good to see Justin Thomas get his maiden victory. Well, not actually see, because the tournament was played at an unwatchable time for all Americans not keeping vampire hours. He won by one shot, so I reckon it was exciting.
- The Euro event is heading into the home stretch. Looks like a three-man race with Dubuisson, Aphibarnrat, and Van Zyl. Rory fizzled. Spencer Levin faded. (Victor won. Two great winners this week.)
- I was looking for the final score of last night’s World Series game. I did a Google news search and clicked on first return. The page, from CBS Sports, loaded. Slowly. Video boxes, ads. I wait impatiently. Finally I can scroll. No mention of the score in the headline or first three paragraphs. I only see one mention of a score and it is an eighth inning score. Awful writing. Simply awful.
- That got me to thinking. Why is journalism in such a terrible state these days? I think it’s useful to compare newspapers circa 1970 and today’s Internet news. Newspapers back then needed a quality product to attract readers. If they spread out NFL standings over 32 pages, one team per page, the better to assault you with advertisements, you were not going to read the newspaper. You certainly were not going to PAY for it. So, we got (for the most part) concise, compact, clear, interesting, readable information. While reading, you’d glance at the ads scattered throughout the pages. With the Internet, it’s a competition to see which websites can scream, “WOLF! WOLF!” the loudest. It’s all about getting people to click. They don’t care much about repeat customers because so many readers arrive via some kind of search link. The more confusing and less informative the website, the more likely a person will spend a few minutes clicking from page to page, fruitlessly seeking useful information. Useful information like that we used to get from newspapers.
- So, Morning Drive is now beginning, with Justin Thomas and Victor Dubuisson as the weekend’s winners. Prepare yourself for a lot of faux excitement, feigned fascination, and overblown amazement. Not sure I’ll last very long. I’m already losing the glow of Dubuisson’s win as the panel of four — count ’em, four! — pretends they are excited about Gary Player’s 80th birthday. (I didn’t last long; Hack said, paraphrasing, “A lot of people think Tiger Woods invented working out…” Bye-bye.)