Golf Central

Whilst trolling around the golf blogs of the world (we still refuse to say "blogosphere" - dammit, we just said it!) there is one thing you can count on. If you visit The Waggle Room, a US-based general golf blog which is part of the growing Sports Blog Network, you're gonna get pretty much straight-down-the-middle Mulligan Stu.

Mulligan Stu is the gaffer of The Waggle Room, and he's kind of the Fred Funk of golf bloggers: Out of 18 tee shots, 17 are dead straight down the gut. About 280 yards out. Not spectacular, but damn solid. The news, solid opinion, and lots of it. And you can count on it.

And then, on your birthday you stumble across the random one that Mulligan Stu hits, like this post about Ernie Els overtaking Tiger Woods in Dubai, in which Mulligan Stu suddenly goes all free-verse on us with the following riff:

"The great cat straineth against leash
In land of sand, third setting sun
Great steel forged in fire, no birds mark the sky,
Returneth home to hot Swedish nanny"

As Fred Couples once said, describing the time when Davis Love III shanked a tee shot 50 yards into the bushes: "We weren't laughing because he whiffed it. ... We were laughing because ... it was funny."

Nice one, Stu. That made our birthday ...