Alright so I just spent like three hours last night putting together those BMW Championship picks and man, let me tell ya how it all went down. Wanna share the whole messy process step-by-step, coffee spills and all.
Diving Headfirst Into The Stats
Grabbed my dusty laptop around 8 PM after dinner. Honestly? Started by googling “who’s playing BMW golf thing this week”. Felt like old times surfing golf news sites. Found Rory McIlroy’s name popping up everywhere – guy’s been hitting bombs lately. Then remembered Ryan Fox won last year? Went back and peeked at some highlights. Stats looked dry as toast though.
Found two big things that hooked me:
- Viktor Hovland somehow fixed his chipping yips. Saw videos of him sticking shots close at Wentworth.
- Tommy Fleetwood’s putting stats looked weirdly hot this season. Like, “borrowed someone else’s magic putter” good.
The Venue Nightmare
Oh right – this mess happens at Wentworth. West Course. Googled some pics. Place looks posh but man, those greens are like putting on a crumpled napkin. Started digging through old tournament archives. Found out:
- Guys who keep drives in play don’t hate their lives here.
- Miss the fairway? Hope you packed a shovel for those bunkers.
- Putters better have nerves of steel. Greens break like they’ve got opinions.
Cross-checked current players who fit that. Big wake-up call: Some heavy hitters struggle here like bulls in a china shop. Adjusted my list.
Putting Money Where My Mouth Is
Scribbled names on a napkin like an absolute madman:
- McIlroy: No brainer pick. Dude’s driver is made for this track.
- Hovland: New chipping mojo + this venue? Yeah. Worth a shot.
- Fleetwood: That sneaky-hot putting streak makes him dark horse material.
- Longshot: Threw in Tyrell Hatton just ‘cause he’s angry enough to battle those West Course shenanigans.
Spilled cold coffee all over that napkin. Took it as a sign to finalize things.
Smashing That “Publish” Button
Wrestled with formatting for an hour (why do photos never align right?). Picked my top 5, wrote blurbs that sounded less like golf robots and more like dudes grinding it out. Almost choked laughing at my own Hatton rant – wrote he plays like “someone insulted his nan”. Hit publish around midnight. Brain felt like mush.
Honestly? Learned more digging through stats than expected. Course really is king here. Now? Brewing fresh coffee and praying Hovland’s short game doesn’t ghost him again.
