Jerry Segal and friends 
Time for The Jerry Segal Classic
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
By Joe Logan

I try to stay away from plugs for charity events because there are so many good charities for good causes doing great things.  But from some reason, I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for The Jerry Segal Classic.


The 23rd Segal Classic is this Friday the 21st, at the ACE Club and Green Valley CC, both in Lafayette Hill.   Over the past years, The Segal Classic has raised more than $10 million to benefit patients at Magee Rehabilitation Hospital, which takes on some of the toughest cases around.


They’ve still got a few spots left in this year’s Classic.  Here’s a link to the event website.  To play, register here.


The Jerry Segal Classic is an all-day thing: breakfast, golf at two of the finer courses in the area and a banquet in the evening.   It is, in fact, the largest one-day charity golf event in Philadelphia.


If you are not familiar with Jerry Segal’s story, he was a prominent local attorney whose spinal cord was injured during surgery.  Jerry was sent to Magee and, weeks later, against all odds, he walked out.


Segal made a vow then and there to give back to the hospital as much as it had given back to him.  It’s a promise he has never forgotten.

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So long couch life -- Iím back!
Friday, September 14, 2012
By Joe Logan

My life on the couch, I am happy to report, is over.  I’m very close to being back in the game.


On Wednesday – six weeks and day since my hip replacement surgery – I paid an office visit to my surgeon.  He studied a set of fresh x-rays, poked and prodded me on his examining table, then pronounced me pretty much good to go.


"Everything looks good," he said, clearly pleased with my progress and his handiwork. 


My left hip, which is now a foot-long titanium thingy that on the x-rays looks like some kind of  Medieval weapon, is healing nicely.  My right hip, which wasn’t replaced but was sort of cleaned of dead and dying bone tissue, is regenerating, just as the doctor hoped it would.


Can I finally lose the crutches, I asked my doctor?  Yep.  The cane?  Not unless I need it for balance until I get my strength back, he told me.


"Now the big question," I said.  "When can I play golf?"


"Any time, now," said my doctor, much to my surprise.  "But you might to go with an easy swing for a while." 


He smiled.  I smiled.  


When I got home, first thing I did was take my crutches and my cane down to the deepest, darkest recesses of my the basement.  With any luck, I’ll never need them again.  Then I went for a walk around my neighborhood.  I was a little weak and a little wobbly, but I’ve gotta say, it felt good – and no pain.  Seven weeks ago, before the surgery, the 50-foot walk to the mailbox felt like somebody was stabbing me with an icepick on every step.


Tomorrow morning, my plan is to hit a bucket of balls, two or three buckets, if I can muster the stamina.  I won’t push it, though; I’m still a little afraid of the twisting and turning involved in pulling off a golf swing.  If it turns out all I can manage is chipping  and a few pitch shots, I’ll take it and be happy.


On Monday, I start the serious three-times-a-week rehab work to rebuild my strength.  Six weeks of doing almost nothing has left my lower body weaker than I could have imagined.  For now, I am taking three or four walks around my neighborhood every day.  I can feel I am getting stronger.  It feels good.




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Joe Logan[9/19/2012 11:10:29 AM]
I did hit a bucket of balls, from wedges to driver. My hip felt a little tender, and I was definitely pooped afterward. But it felt good to be outdoors hitting golf balls. My plan was to play a round this week. On Monday, when I went to my first rehab appointment, the physical therapist told me Iím not ready yet for a full round of golf. He said it was okay to chip and putt, maybe hit a few pitch shots, but that my hip was not ready to take the pressure and torque of a full swing. He wants me to hold off for a couple of weeks while he puts me through a series of strengthening exercises, both in his office and at home. So thatís what Iím doing. Much as I hate to wait, I think he is right. I donít want to damage my hip in my rush to return.
The Muni Golfer[9/19/2012 10:59:17 AM]
Glad to here things are going well Joe. I do echo Steve, take it easy with the swing until the strength is fully back.
Steve[9/14/2012 6:00:49 PM]
Donít overdo it. Swing easy and youíll be surprised.

Life on the couch
Monday, August 27, 2012
By Joe Logan

It is four weeks since I had hip replacement surgery and I’m doing much better, thanks.  I’m getting around on crutches, and I’ve been able to cut way back on the painkillers, meaning my head is clear – at least clear by my standards.


This past week I even began to putt on the living room carpet.  I cannot tell you how good that felt.  It’s the simple pleasure in life.  In another couple of weeks, I’ll start out-patient rehab to build up the muscles in my legs and hip.  My return to golf, however, is still four to six weeks away.


Limited as I am, I’m afraid I’ve spent way too much time stretched out on the couch, watching TV.  The result is, I have come to hate TV.  I’ve got the deluxe cable package that cost about as much as a car payment  -- a gazillion channels, premium movie channels galore, On Demand – and I still can’t find a damn thing I want to watch.


I cannot abide reality shows – any and all of them.  "American Idol," I hate it.  "Big Brother," I hate it even worse.  "Dancing with the Stars?" No, thank you, I’d rather not.


I have come to loathe and avoid local TV news in ways I never did before.  Every day, all day, from morning til midnight, it is nothing but a unending assault of the worst humanity has to offer: punks killing punks over drugs, in neighborhoods I wouldn’t go into on a bet; crooked politicians; perverts; thieves; innocent children getting caught in crossfires, fires that are almost always arson.  It’s horrible and depressing and no way to spend a day. 


The only thing worse is flipping around the cable news channels, like Fox News, MSNBC and CNN.  They are as predictable as they are hyper-partisan.  And just when I think it the network hosts are the most insufferable, unbearable people on earth, they prove me wrong by showing the talking-head idiots and buffoons who are the Congress of the United States, which is the scariest thing of all.  These people are in charge?  God help us all.




To get away from it all, I have found myself reading more.  Books have become my refuge.  I finished the Steve Jobs biography I had started weeks ago, then quickly polished off Frank DeFord’s breezy memoir, "Over Time: My Life as a Sportswriter."  


Needing my golf fix in some fashion, I made my way to the wall-to-wall bookcase of golf books that dominate my home office.  I’ve got hundreds of golf books, most of them sent to me by publishers, ranging from instructional manuals to travel books, novels to biographies, collections of stories and essays to 20-pound coffee table picture tomes – great stuff and trash that should have never been published.


Right away, I dove into John Updike’s literate collection of essays, "Golf Dreams," for what must be the 10th time.  I took another run at "Golf in the Kingdom," the cult classic that I have never understood, appreciated or been able to finish, for that matter; once again, I got bogged down pretty quickly.


I started rereading another of my favorites, "The Fine Green Line," the account by Wall Street Journal golf scribe John Paul Newport on his year-long effort to make it to the PGA Tour.   If you haven’t read it, I highly recommend it.  Newport, a Texan with a Harvard degree, is such a wonderful writer the book is impossible to put down.


I read a few chunks of "My Usual Game," the delightful collection of essays by David Owen, who writes for Golf Digest and The New Yorker.  Owen has such a light touch I am jealous.  I’m also spending time with a book Owen co-edited, "Lure of the Links: Great Golf Stories," with everything from formal treatises by Bernard Darwin to modern-day stories by Jaime Diaz, Dan Jenkins and Rick Reilly.


One book in particular caught my eye, Michael Bamberger’s memoir, "This Golfing Life."  Bamberger, of course, is the senior writer for Sports Illustrated who lives in Philadelphia.  He also happens to be a friend of mine, dating back to our days together at the Philadelphia Inquirer.


I don’t recall "This Golfing Life" getting much publicity or fanfare when it came out in 2005.  That is a shame, because it deserved better.  I am enjoying it again, page by page.  Bamberger is one of the best golf writers of his generation, and his knowledge of the game, the golfing scene and the people who inhabit it is second to none.


Bamberger knows everybody and he’s been everywhere.  He wrote two books about his time caddying, for crying out loud: "The Green Road Home," about the PGA Tour, shortly after he graduated from the University of Pennsylvania;  and "To the Linksland," about his time on the European Tour, which he wrote with his then-bride, Christine, in tow.


Truth be told, I figure into one chapter of "This Golfing Life."  It’s the chapter about his years at the Inquirer, which he joined shortly after the publication of "The Green Road Home."  I wasn’t the golfer writer at the time but I was known around the office to be a golfer, so they gave me the book review.


As Bamberger tells the story, my review was very close to  rip-job, and it was published just as he was interviewing at the Inquirer.  He worried that my review might cost him a job offer, which it did not.   Later, after he had joined the Inquirer and we had become friends, he called me out on the review.


"You ripped me," he complained.


"Ah didn’t rap ya," he recalls me saying, mocking my Southern drawl.  "Ah, lukewarmed ya."


Even if that anecdote wasn’t in the book. "This Golfing Life" would still be worth the price of admission.   


No matter how fast I read, the stack of golf books next to be reading chair seems to grow.  Next up is "America’s Gift to Golf," a collection of golf writing by the peerless Herbert Warren Wind.


I also intend to reread John Feinstein’s memorable account of a year on the PGA Tour, "A Good Walk Spoiled."  Next time you’re in a bookstore and see that book, check out the blurb on the jacket cover: If you plan to buy only one golf book this season, A Good Walk Spoiled is the one – The Philadelphia Inquirer.


I wrote that sentence as part of a review of about a half-dozen golf books that all landed about the same time one year.  They’ve run that blurb on the cover of "A Good Walk Spoiled" ever since.  For years, whenever I would bump into Feinstein at a golf tournament, he would thank me and say, "The check is in the mail."  Yeah, sur.  So far, no check.


Also in the stack is are a couple of books by James Dodson: "Final Rounds," "The Dewsweepers."


I could go on.  I haven’t even put a dent in the list of books I keep pulling down from my bookcase.   If I’m missing a particular favorite of yours, let me know.





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Steve[8/27/2012 7:07:44 PM]
Hi Joe, I suggest some humor for you, in particular, Dan Jenkinsí Fairways and Greens,a collection of short stories. I particularly like The Perfect Driver. You will too.

For Augusta National, the damage is done
Monday, August 20, 2012
By Joe Logan

Everywhere you look today, Augusta National and chairman Billy Payne are being heralded for finally inviting two women to join the vaunted host club of the Masters.


Key word: finally.


This is all fine and good.  I’m sure former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice and South Carolina financier Darla Moore will be wonderful additions to the club.  They are certainly everything Augusta National was looking for in a couple of, well, dames: accomplished in their careers, very proper, very rich, comfortable in world of the Old Boys’ Club, and the kind of golfers who know to pick up their ball when they lie 8 in the fairway.


Still, if you ask me, this all comes just a little bit too late.  I think the damage to Augusta National’s reputation is already done.


The unfortunate thing is, Augusta National has worked so hard in so many respects over the years to be a good and proud corporate citizen.  They conduct the Masters with the kind of precision and eye for detail that is unmatched by the USGA, the R&A or the PGA of America.


For the TV viewer, they keep TV commercials to a minimum.  For patrons at the tournament, they keep the tickets, the sandwiches and the beer artificially cheap.  For the players, they keep the field small and uncluttered and the perks unbelievable.  For the good of charity, Augusta National gives millions and millions of dollars to worthy organizations that need the money.


Strictly from a selfish standpoint, for the media, they give you the finest media center in the business and they give you run of the clubhouse.  I cannot overstate the guilty pleasure of lingering over lunch on the balcony of the Augusta National clubhouse, enjoying a simple turkey club, sweet tea and the peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream


That’s the irony and shame of this whole membership dust-up.  Members of Augusta National, as you can imagine, tend to be men of wealth, influence, intelligence, conscience and pride in their sense of civic duty.  Look no further than two members: Microsoft founder Bill Gates and Comcast chairman Brian Roberts.


It is precisely because these men are who they are that I have found it so confounding for the past 10 years that they so steadfastly refused open the membership to women as a matter of principle.


Who’s kidding whom?  They did it because they could.  They did it to demonstrate that nobody but nobody was going to push them around -- nobody was going to strong-arm or shame them into opening their doors to anybody they didn’t want.


"At the point of bayonet" is how former club chairman Hootie Johnson put it back in 2002, when he was resisting pressure from Marta Burk to embarrass Augusta National into inducting a female member.


Hootie and Augusta National made their point back then, but that what cost?  Well, at the cost of painting themselves into a corner.  By waiting so long, by showing everybody who’s the boss, they’ve managed to damage their brand in the process.


Every year a the Masters, Augusta National wanted to talk about their considerable and noble efforts to grow the game among poor kids and in impoverished counties around the world, which was fine. But they got snippy and irritated when the media started asking questions about elephant in the room. It was almost surreal, and it surely wasn’t the kind of demonstration of PR crisis management you expect from guys at the helm of America industry.


Give Billy Payne and Augusta National is moment in the sun.  But face it, when the eyes of the world were on them – eyes that included their own daughters, granddaughters and young people looking for some wisdom, -- they handled it clumsily. 

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One Putt Dan[8/24/2012 5:23:38 AM]
Do they have to build a new set of ladies teeís?

Iím back. The details
Saturday, August 11, 2012
By Joe Logan

Now, a few details.


I have been missing in action for most of the past couple of weeks because I was undergoing complete replacement surgery of my left hip, then in a rehab facility and, for the past three days, at home beginning the long path of recovery.


I am a pathetic sight.  I hobble around the house with the aid of a walker -- slowly, gingerly, cautiously.  I have all manner of restrictions about what I can and can’t do, where and how I can sit, and sleep, and how I can manipulate my leg and hip.  I can’t drive for several weeks.  I’m on heavy-duty narcotic painkillers around the clock.  They leave me a little foggy and I don’t like them, but I’ll take the painkillers over the pain.  I could be on them for another week, or two, or three; the doctors say everybody is different. I have little appetite. 


The good news is, my surgeon assures me I should make a full recovery and be back to my old life, including golf, in 8-12 weeks. 


While actually playing golf is out of the question for a while, I am in plenty good shape to once again follow golf, watch golf, write about golf and return to devoting most of my day to trying to make this website worthy of your time and attention.


Because major surgery takes it’s toll, I’m still figuring out what I’m capable of right now physically, and to be honestly, mentally.  Many people take a month off from work after the surgery I’ve had.  But to my delight, my strength and clarity of mind seem to improve a little each day. 


As I am able, I hope to write more of my own blogs and post more blogs and stories from Ron Romanik, who has become a major contributor to MyPhillyGolf in recent month, and from teaching pro Mark Anderson, who has just joined the website.


Hip surgery?  Huh?


It was less than six weeks ago, on June 20, that x-rays, then an MRI, confirmed that I needed a new hip.  I immediately began researching the operation and my options as if I was writing a magazine story on the subject.  I compiled a research folder and I consulted frequently with three friends who’ve undergone hip replacement.  Two of those guys -- golf writer Jeff Silverman and attorney Michael McGovern -- had undergone double-replacement surgery.  I thank both of them for their insights and support in recent weeks, and I bow with respect that they had both hips done at the same time. 


So, what happened?  Turns out, the explanation for my reduced hip rotation and range of motion that David Ostrow documented during my early sessions at in the spring were more complicated than either of us imagined.  After a couple of sessions in late May and early June, the manipulation, stretching and exercises were followed by pain and limping that only grew worse.  Before long,  Ostrow grew concerned.  "I think you might have something serious going on in that left hip," he said.


When the pain and limping got worse over the next couple of weeks, Ostrow recommended I see an orthopedist, who would be able to tell very quickly from x-rays if anything truly worrisome of going on in my hip.   To my dismay, the x-rays did.


"You need a new hip," said the surgeon, almost matter-of-factly, as we viewed the x-rays together in his office..


There was significant deterioration of the bone in the femoral head of my hip, the ball part of the ball-and-socket.  My work with Ostrow hadn’t caused the deterioration; it had simply brought it to the fore and perhaps enflamed it.


The surgeon was also blunt, if not grim, informing me that the damage was already done: my hip wasn’t going to get any better, only worse and more painful.  Hip replacement was pretty much the only option.  In the meantime, I wondered, could I still play golf?


"Yes," he said.  "But how much and for how long?  Let the pain be your guide."


Playing on


My initial plan was to delay the inevitable surgery until the end of golf season. I continued to play golf, albeit less and less, into late June and the first two weeks of July.  The pain had become a dull, constant toothache that was interrupted all too frequently by a stabbing sensation so sharp it could drop me to my knees.  I never knew when the stabbing pain would hit me – a misstep, a wrong turn, walking to the mailbox, dragging the trash can around to the front of the house, walking off a green.


Still, I pressed on, gobbling more and more Aleve and learning to pull off a sort of half-swing that kept almost all my weight on my back foot.   No hip turn, no rotation, no follow-through.  It looked laughable, like a one-footed hop swing, but I actually began hitting my tee shots straighter than ever, which didn’t escape my notice or that of my regular golf buddies.


"Are you sure you need this operation?" they’d joke.


Yes, I did.  Just to be on the safe side, I had opted for a second opinion from a second surgeon.  This guy agreed on the original diagnosis, plus he advised that I needed to get the surgery sooner, not later.  Waiting until the end of the golf season not advisable.  He was right and I knew it.  By then, the pain was almost paralyzing.  I could no longer play golf; I could barely function.


The operation


I went under the knife early on the morning of July 31.  I will spare you the gruesome details of how they do a hip transplant, other than to note that it involves a sort of medical pry bar to pop the ball out of the socket, then a power saw.  I think you get the picture.  In the place of bone, I now have a titanium hip joint that promises to set off metal detectors in airports at home and abroad.   Afterward the surgery, they staple you up and send you off to the recovery room with a morphine drip.


Going forward


I can’t tell you how much I miss golf.   This break is different from winter, when you expect to put the clubs way for a couple of months; for us golfers in the Northeast, that is part of the natural rhythm of the game.  But not this, not in the middle of the season.  Golfus-interruptus. If all goes well, I should be back on the golf course sometime in October.


For now, I can’t even putt on the carpet.  What I can do is move from my desk chair, which I had brought down to the dining room table, to the couch, careful to keep my hips elevated above my knees.


Sitting down is hard; so is getting up.  Then again, virtually every single ordinary routine of life is suddenly a project that must be thought out and carefully executed to minimize bending, pressure on the hip and getting myself into any bad angles.


When I got home a few days ago, I was miserable, in the depths of despair about the prospect of the next few weeks as a near-invalid.  But each day, it has become a little easier, a little better – emphasis on "little."


Yesterday afternoon, I ventured outside my front door for the first time.  I opted for crutches over the walker, if only to preserve a shred of dignity.  I made it up and down the sidewalk a couple of times, breathing in the fresh air.   The things you take for granted.


I am on the mend, physically and mentally.  I can’t wait to take a pain-free step and a golf swing. I can’t wait to get my life back. 





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Dan Shepherd[8/16/2012 6:11:49 AM]
Glad you are feeling better, slowly but surely, Joe. I didnít know you were undergoing this/underwent it until just now via your blog. Bless your heart. Donít hesitate to holler if I can help. Iím a short hop away.
Joe B.[8/14/2012 5:59:09 AM]
You were hitting it down the middle befor surgery and Iím sure you will come back hitting it down the middle when your able to play again. Have a fast and safe recovery and hope to see you on the tee again soon!
The Muni Golfer[8/12/2012 7:41:14 PM]
Joe, wishing you a very speedy recovery. Enjoy the golf on TV and find some good new golf books to read.
Jane Sellers[8/12/2012 5:53:58 AM]
Glad to see you getting back into it, slowly, but surely. Meantime, enjoy watching the PGA Championship.
One Putt Dan[8/12/2012 5:29:54 AM]
Time to get Tiger Woods golf on your IPad. Rehab time will fly by. Get well soon!
Steve[8/11/2012 9:59:18 AM]
Did you get the Nicklaus hip? That should help your golf game.
fran21356[8/11/2012 9:04:50 AM]
Get well soon Joe. On the bright side, no chores around the house!

Pardon the interruption
Monday, July 30, 2012
By Joe Logan

It’s a great week for golf but, alas, I won’t be able to do much posting.  For the next few days, I’m afraid my focus and attention will be largely required elsewhere.  Pardon the interruption.


 Details when I can.  

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Is GAP making money off the Open?
Monday, July 23, 2012
By Joe Logan

So, is the Golf Association of Philadelphia making a bundle off the Philadelphia Open Championship at Pine Valley?


That’s the question I’ve gotten in a handful of emails, ever since it became clear that this year’s venue for the Open, Pine Valley, was going to attract more than the usual number of golfers trying to make it into the field of 72.


Most years, GAP conducts two or three qualifiers for the Open.  This year, because of the allure and mystic of Pine Valley, GAP increased it to four.


Just over 600 club pros and elite amateurs competed to try to claim one of the 41 spots up for grabs in the four qualifiers (31 players were exempted into the field).  According to GAP’s website, club pros paid an entry fee of $185, amateurs paid $135, for an average of $160 per player, multiplied by 600 .  Ballpark total: $96,000.


On Friday, I put the question to Mark Peterson, executive director of GAP: Is it the financial windfall it appears to be?  Where is the money going?


"There will be a little bit of overflow, but not at the level people think doing the calculations in their heads," said Peterson.


Fact is, said Peterson, on virtually all other years, GAP loses money on the Open.  Even with this year’s bump from Pine Valley, if you cost-average over the past five years, GAP still loses money on the Open.


"Year in and year out, we lose money on this event," said Peterson.   "We are going to break even this year and potentially make a little profit, but not at the level you presume."


The reason, he said, is the cost of putting on the Open, including the expense of spectator control (1,500 are expected) recruiting and feeding lunch to 150 volunteers who will work the event, plus coordinating emergency services with the township.


This year, GAP used some of the revenue from the qualifiers to increase the purse from $35,000 to $50,000.  (First place is $10,000, second is $6,500, third is $4,500).


At most GAP events, 100 spectators or less is the norm.  For the Open, they have sold 1,506 tickets (proceeds to the J. Wood Platt Caddie Scholarship Trust).


"When you conduct an event at Pine Valley, there are logistical things that don’t exits for a regional golf association," said Peterson.   "It is exponentially more difficult.

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gopher[7/24/2012 3:51:04 PM]
GAP does a wonderful job running their events. First class all the way. My understanding is that participation is at a high. kudos to all involved. Not sure about the GAP Open, but it would be nice to see GAP lower the cost to enter their tournaments. If the role of GAP is to promote the game of golf, they would be well served to lower the cost of entry. $135 + cart/ caddie for a qualifier is steep. And if qualifed, the cost continues on for each day of the event. How many potential players do not participate due to the high cost?? $135 + + + is steep for a young player (or even an employed adult). Multiplied by how many events?? Lowering costs would truly be promoting the game and GAP should take a serious look at the hurdles they create to participation due to elevated cost of entry & playing. GAP is a first class organization, but their costs just may be restricting access for a good number of players who desire to participate. It should be looked at for future years.
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