ing lip-out for 59 the first day at TPC Scottsdale, the nadir
was on the rocks of Pebble’s 18th. Each came equipped
with appropriate visuals. In Scottsdale the impact of the
slow-motion ejection drove Jim (Bones) Mackay down on
all fours in anguish. Just over a week later Mickelson went
searching for his tee shot on the slippery rocks exposed by
the outgoing tide and took a seat as if the Pacific Ocean had
landed a haymaker, which it did, a triple-bogey 8. The agony
of da feet. For good measure Phil pumped two more into the
ocean Sunday. The driver he kissed in the Valley of the Sun
had turned into the leaping frog of Carmel Bay.
