So remember a couple days ago, when the top of the leaderboard at the PGA Championship looked more like the top of the leaderboard at the Greater Spudville Cheez Whiz Open?
Sitting quietly down there in fifth after 36 holes -- tied for fifth -- was Scottie Scheffler, the best golfer in the world right now. He was three strokes off the lead with two rounds to play. Therefore, the Blob made the daring prediction that if it were a betting man, it would be on Scheffler who'd be deadlifting the Wanamaker Trophy come Sunday afternoon.
Well ...
Yesterday afternoon, there he was, deadlifting the Wanamaker Trophy.
Piled a workmanlike 71 on top of a glittering 65 over the weekend to blow past the Jhonattan Vegases, Si Woo Kims and Alex Norens and win his third major by five strokes over Harris English, Bryson DeChambeau and Davis Riley. And the Blob could claim a rare prognostication W, and I don't care what snide remarks you want to make about that.
"You mean like 'Gee, Mr. Blob, picking Scottie Scheffler to win a golf tournament. What a daring prediction'?" you're saying now.
"You mean like, 'Congratulations on making the most predictable prediction ever'?" you're also saying.
"You mean like ..."
OK, OK. I get it.
But, hey, we take our victories where we can get them, here in the Blobosphere. Even the microscopic ones.
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