No effin’ way-he’s still a 17 year old getting by on pure undistilled raw talent to finish 3rd in the 1975 British Open. Brain tumor. Fuckshitcrap I’m getting old (6 years younger than he is, but still…).
Shocking loss. Morbid question but was he a smoker?
None of the obits have said anything to indicate that he was. When I was a kid, we went to a pro-am thing for TV at Gleneagles. The four playing were Seve, Lee Trevino, Christopher Lee and Richie Benaud (Aussie cricket guy). Hugely entertaining, wisecracks flying with the gallery, and by God, Seve could hit a ball. The two pros were pulling out all the party tricks.
Seve will be much missed in Scotland.
Almost everyone has been effusive in their praise of Seve. Even one his biggest rivals, Paul Azinger, had nothing but good things to say about Seve.
I was never a big fan of Seve, but the game of golf is much much better because of Seve. He may of not been on the Mt Rushmore of golf, but he deserves to be the biggest sculpturee of the Mt Rushmore of Ryder Cup.
One of my favorite Seve memories, when asked described his 4 putt at post round press conference. (in heavy Spanish accent)
I Putt, I Meess
I Putt, I Meess
I Putt, I Meess
I Putt, I Make.
Someone tweeted this message today.
“God Needed a short game lession, RIP Seve”
Ditto,
NFM
I always admired his willingness to explore the outer reaches of the golf course from off the tee.
Not quite, he finished 2nd in the 1976 British Open (to Johnny Miller) as a swashbuckling 19 yr old at Royal Birkdale
Missed the cut in the 1975 British Open.
Not much of a shock he was sick for a long time. He was worth 46 points in the Death Pool.
Nope, but when did that get linked to brain cancer?
I first heard about the cancer two years ago, from the BBC special. Hearing the newscasts yesterday proved a Bonding Moment for Mom and I, as everybody kept saying things like “oh, but in his last public appearance he looked so good!” (his last public appearance in which he hadn’t moved from the chair) and “who would have thought he could die?” (anybody who knew he’d had cancer for three fucking years). Took us back to Dad’s death, it did, same exact stupid stuff.
Never met Seve, nor got to see him play in person, but there is a wedge for sale in a Pebble Beach, CA golf antiquities/memorabilia shop that used to belong to Seve. The club was nearly pristine, except for a rusted out oval section, slightly larger than a golf ball, exactly in the center of the club head. I saw that club, and gave up the tiny dream I had at that point of being a professional golfer.
What an amazing golfer. And how sad to die so soon.
No correlation between smoking and brain cancer?
Great golfer.
My brother died of brain cancer last year. His doctor suggested there was a relationship . He did not smoke but our parents were very heavy smokers when we were growing up.We sucked up plenty of smoke as kids.
Ironically, any other time Seve would have been delighted to check out eighteen under par.
A real shame, I for one don’t remember an unkind word ever being said about him, nor by him.
Plenty of unkind words were said about him. Seve was the king of gamesmanship on tour. Subtle things like jingling the change in his pocket just as your are settling into your putt. Moving within peripheral vision of his opponents.
I remember one photo from a Masters tournament, years ago. Seve was walking off the green while his playing companion was still putting out a 3 footer. Right in his eye-line.
That said, he was a playing companion biggest fan if he was out of the tournament. When Gary Player was shooting a final round 64 to win the 1978 Masters, Seve was in Player’s group. When Player holed his final putt on 18, there was pure joy in Seve. Almost as much joy as if would have had if Seve had won.
One of my vivid memories of Seve was at the 1987 Masters playff, the year Larry Mize chipped in Greg Norman to break his heart on hole 11. Seve was also in the playoff and eliminated on the 10th. I remember a photo of Seve and his caddy walking up the 10th fairway alone after being eliminated. Truly symbolic of the loneliness and humility of golf.