Fore Right went wiretapping this week (thanks to some help from a friend in D.C.) to listen in on swing coach Butch Harmon's cell phone as he preps for The Players Championship down in Ponte Vedra... When you've got as many honeys as he has, something like this was bound to happen eventually...
Voice: Hey Butch.
Butch: Oh, Phil, hi... wasn't expecting to hear from you.
Phil: Just checking in after my practice round. Overall my ball striking is in good shape but still under pressure I'm fighting that occasional... (sound of club hitting ball) What was that?
Phil: I heard someone hitting a golf ball.
Butch: I didn't hear anything.
Phil: Okay, anyway, I don't know if I'm just getting too loose again at the top or...
Butch: (muffled) That one looked good.
Butch: Yeah. Go ahead, Phil.
Phil: Are you on the range with another player again?
Butch: What? No! I'm just... sitting in the hotel... watching... the Nationwide Tour. (sound of someone hitting a ball) Good one there...
Phil: What tournament is it?
Butch: Uh... the Hasbro... St. Petersburg...Classic?
Phil: No one watches the Nationwide Tour! You're with Adam again, aren't you?
Butch: I don't know what you're talking about.
Phil: Or is it Ernie?
Mens Voices: Butch...
Phil: It's Adam AND Ernie?
Butch: Look, Phil, we had a lot of fun together... you won the Players, the Deutsche Bank... LA...
Phil: I have to see you again.
Phil: I miss you.
Another long pause. A sound of two golf balls being hit.
Butch: Good ones there...
Butch: Fine. Look, I can fit you in between 1:15 and 1:30 if you want...
Phil: In half an hour?
Butch: I actually meant 1:15 AM.
Phil: I'm calling Hank Haney.