Sorry, yesterday was the first day I haven't posted something in months.  I was traveling to Austin, Texas.  I will be in Austin this week, with planned visits to some of the area's best communities and one round a day.  I am also dedicating myself to finding the best barbecue brisket in greater Austin, not an easy task I come to find.  After a round of golf today at Falconhead in the Lake Travis area to the west of the city, I asked in the pro shop where I should stop for takeout barbecue on my 40-minute drive back to my hotel.

    A riot almost broke out.  The young lady at the snack bar suggested Rudy's.  The assistant manager advised me to stop at Smoky Moe's.  The golf pro said, no, he much prefers the 'cue at County Line Barbecue. I went with the first suggestion, Rudy's, which I had read some good reviews about, and I stopped there, and ordered a half pound of "moist" brisket (you can also have it "extra lean") and a half pound of baby back ribs, plus a few side orders.

    The brisket was outstanding, easily cut with a fork, smoky and tasty.  The ribs were another thing, tough and overly salty.  Those poor ribs had spent way too long sunning themselves in a tanning booth.  I think I will stick to brisket the rest of the week.  The sides of cole slaw and creamed corn were excellent, the slaw leaning a llittle more toward mayonnaise than vinegar, and the creamed corn the real thing, fresh corn and what tasted like a homemade (and very fattening) cream sauce.  On my rating scale of 1 to 5 pigs, I give Rudy's a 4 for the brisket, a 1 for the ribs and a 4 for the sides.  Their barbecue sauce, which you serve yourself, had a nice peppery bite to it and did not taste commercial at all (even though they are happy to sell you bottles of the stuff).

    Oh, the golf.  I liked Falconhead, which offers some rolling fairways, open fairways interrupted by a few indigenous trees, and nice elevation changes.  I made a mistake by playing the blue tees at 6,300 yards.  Some of the holes were a little dinky from there; the tees at 6,800 would have afforded a much better challenge.  For the first time, I used a Taylor Made R5 driver today with a regular shaft, hoping it would force me to swing more easily and forgive some badly pushed drives.  It worked well; indeed one par 4 on the course played to just 258, and I was pin high and just off the green.  I left the chip 10" short, my only birdie of the day.

    More on Austin and its golf courses in the coming days.

 

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The 16th at Falconhead is a short and reachable par 4 at 258 from the middle tees. 

    Count me among the apparent few who think the FedEx Cup is just fine so far.   As a fan I am not insulted that Tiger in Week One and Phil this weekend stayed home with their kids.  Many of us complain about selfish, money-grubbing athletes, and then when they turn their backs on the potential for a million dollar payday, we complain that they don't care about the fans or the game.  Baloney; we don't own the gaziilionaires like Tiger and Phil any more than we own Lucas Glover and Brandt Jobe.  I think Phil, Tiger, Ernie and other no-shows set a great example when they put family first.

    Anyway, Tiger the consummate front runner brought the field back in by staying away in Week One, making these last few weeks even more exciting; and Phil, a notoriously good handicapper of the odds in a few other sports, deduced that he could take his daughters to school this week and still be in the top five headed to the final showdown in Atlanta.  So we the fans, and presumably the tour itself, will get what we want at East Lake; Tiger and Phil in the hunt, with the possibility of a Cinderalla story emerging in the form of Steve Stricker... although if I hear one more time about how incredible it is that he repaired his game so dramatically in the last 18 months, I might explode.  What happened with Stricker seems pretty simple to any of us who understand that, after achieving a certain level of competence, golf is almost exclusively a mental exercise. 

    HE GREW UP!  He stopped whining internally that he was away from his wife and kids and that the good old days of his wife carrying his golf bag, and comforting him at the end of a mediocre round, were over.  He decided that doing something that he is good at would do more for his family than teaching golf at the local driving range back in Wisconsin.  So here's hoping that Steve Stricker wins the FedEx Cup, pockets the $10 million prize, and stays home as long as he wants with his family.