FIGJAM
Just as we suspected, the Masters couldn’t live up to last year’s drama. Mickelson dominated the field and strolled to the final hole with a choke-proof lead.
The stress-free walk up 18 was incredible. I had actually been wanting like a four- or five-shot lead, but three was OK. It was a great feeling walking up there, knowing that I had the tournament in hand.
Phil wins his second Masters in three years and about the only good thing we can say about him is that his wife is hot. The GQ article on the top 10 most hated athletes in sports left a bad impression of Mickelson in our minds.
Mickelson has earned many nicknames on the Tour, but our favorite is FIGJAM (Fuck, I’m good–just ask me). “There are a bunch of pros who think he and his whole smiley, happy face are a fraud,” another reporter says. “They think he’s preening and insincere.” Mickelson has aggressively pursued a family-man image that is crucial to his success as an endorser. In 1999, when he nearly won the U.S. Open, Mickelson wore a beeper onto the fairway to alert him when his wife went into labor. If the beeper went off during the final round, he announced, he would simply walk off the course. Some of Mickelson’s peers, smelling a PR stunt, badly wanted to call his bluff. “Everybody’s saying, `Oh God, I want that beeper to go off,’ ” recalls one writer. (It didn’t.)
There’s nothing worse than a phony.
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[Yahoo]: Mickelson on a Tiger-like roll in the Masters
