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2020 PGA Championship odds

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It’s PGA Championship week, and following his win at the WGC-FedEx St. Jude Invitational, Justin Thomas has been installed as the joint favorite alongside defending champion Brooks Koepka to claim the year’s opening major.

Next up in PGA Championship odds, European duo Jon Rahm and Rory McIlroy are next in the betting, while Tiger Woods, who resumes his quest for major number 16, has been chalked up as a 28/1 chance to get his hands on the Wanamaker Trophy.

Check out the full list of 2020 PGA Championship odds (As of August 3rd) courtesy of BetOnline.ag.

2020 PGA Championship odds

  • Brooks Koepka 10/1
  • Justin Thomas 10/1
  • Jon Rahm 12/1
  • Rory McIlroy 12/1
  • Bryson DeChambeau 14/1
  • Dustin Johnson 20/1
  • Xander Schauffele 20/1
  • Patrick Cantlay 25/1
  • Collin Morikawa 28/1
  • Tiger Woods 28/1
  • Webb Simpson 28/1
  • Daniel Berger 33/1
  • Hideki Matsuyama 33/1
  • Jason Day 33/1
  • Patrick Reed 33/1
  • Jordan Spieth 40/1
  • Justin Rose 40/1
  • Matthew Fitzpatrick 40/1
  • Rickie Fowler 40/1
  • Tommy Fleetwood 40/1
  • Tony Finau 40/1
  • Tyrrell Hatton 40/1
  • Viktor Hovland 40/1
  • Adam Scott 50/1
  • Gary Woodland 50/1
  • Sungjae Im 50/1
  • Abraham Ancer 66/1
  • Louis Oosthuizen 66/1
  • Marc Leishman 66/1
  • Matt Kuchar 66/1
  • Sergio Garcia 66/1
  • Shane Lowry 66/1
  • Brendon Todd 80/1
  • Henrik Stenson 80/1
  • Matthew Wolff 80/1
  • Paul Casey 80/1
  • Phil Mickelson 80/1
  • Bubba Watson 100/1
  • Danny Willett 100/1
  • Joaquin Niemann 100/1
  • Matt Wallace 100/1
  • Scottie Scheffler 100/1
  • Billy Horschel 125/1
  • Byeong Hun An 125/1
  • Chez Reavie 125/1
  • Corey Conners 125/1
  • Ian Poulter 125/1
  • Kevin Kisner 125/1
  • Max Homa 125/1
  • Adam Hadwin 150/1
  • Bernd Wiesberger 150/1
  • Brandt Snedeker 150/1
  • Brendan Steele 150/1
  • Cameron Champ 150/1
  • Charl Schwartzel 150/1
  • Christiaan Bezuidenhout 150/1
  • Emiliano Grillo 150/1
  • Erik van Rooyen 150/1
  • Harris English 150/1
  • Joel Dahmen 150/1
  • Kevin Na 150/1
  • Kevin Streelman 150/1
  • Martin Kaymer 150/1
  • Rory Sabbatini 150/1
  • Ryan Moore 150/1
  • Tom Lewis 150/1
  • Brian Harman 200/1
  • Cameron Smith 200/1
  • Denny McCarthy 200/1
  • Dylan Frittelli 200/1
  • Graeme McDowell 200/1
  • Haotong Li 200/1
  • J.T. Poston 200/1
  • Jason Kokrak 200/1
  • Joost Luiten 200/1
  • Keegan Bradley 200/1
  • Lucas Glover 200/1
  • Luke List 200/1
  • Mackenzie Hughes 200/1
  • Matthias Schwab 200/1
  • Michael Thompson 200/1
  • Rafael Cabrera Bello 200/1
  • Robert MacIntyre 200/1
  • Russell Henley 200/1
  • Ryan Palmer 200/1
  • Sepp Straka 200/1
  • Si Woo Kim 200/1
  • Zach Johnson 200/1
  • Adam Long 250/1
  • Andrew Putnam 250/1
  • Bud Cauley 250/1
  • Harold Varner III 250/1
  • Jason Dufner 250/1
  • Jim Furyk 250/1
  • Joohyung Kim 250/1
  • Lanto Griffin 250/1
  • Scott Piercy 250/1
  • Sebastian Munoz 250/1
  • Sung Kang 250/1
  • Talor Gooch 250/1
  • Troy Merritt 250/1
  • Andrew Landry 300/1
  • Cameron Tringale 300/1
  • Danny Lee 300/1
  • Doc Redman 300/1
  • Keith Mitchell 300/1
  • Kurt Kitayama 300/1
  • Marcus Kinhult 300/1
  • Matt Jones 300/1
  • Nick Taylor 300/1
  • Tyler Duncan 300/1
  • Victor Perez 300/1
  • Wyndham Clark 300/1
  • Jazz Janewattananond 350/1
  • Jimmy Walker 350/1
  • Brian Stuard 400/1
  • C.T. Pan 400/1
  • Carlos Ortiz 400/1
  • Jorge Campillo 400/1
  • Mark Hubbard 400/1
  • Mike Lorenzo-Vera 400/1
  • Tom Hoge 400/1
  • Vaughn Taylor 400/1
  • Benjamin Hebert 500/1
  • Chan Kim 500/1
  • Lucas Herbert 500/1
  • Nate Lashley 500/1
  • Ryo Ishikawa 500/1
  • Shaun Norris 500/1
  • Steve Stricker 500/1
  • Jim Herman 750/1
  • Ben Cook 1000/1
  • Davis Love III 1000/1
  • Ken Tanigawa 1000/1
  • Jason Caron 1500/1
  • Jeff Hart 1500/1
  • Rich Beem 1500/1
  • Rod Perry 1500/1
  • Ryan Vermeer 1500/1
  • Shaun Micheel 1500/1
  • Alex Beach 2000/1
  • Alex Knoll 2000/1
  • Bob Sowards 2000/1
  • Danny Balin 2000/1
  • David Muttitt 2000/1
  • Jeff Roth 2000/1
  • John O’Leary 2000/1
  • Judd Gibb 2000/1
  • Justin Bertsch 2000/1
  • Marty Jertson 2000/1
  • Michael Auterson 2000/1
  • Rich Berberian Jr. 2000/1
  • Rob Labritz 2000/1
  • Shawn Warren 2000/1

Who’s your money on, GolfWRXers?

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Gianni is the Assistant Editor at GolfWRX. He can be contacted at gianni@golfwrx.com. Follow him on Twitter @giannimosquito

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The DailyWRX (9/22/2020): Tiger, JT lifting the left heel?

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Rory’s distance is even more fascinating looking at this picture….

I love this! Bummed he’s leaving the USGA but stoked to play “hell day” at a Mike Davis track. 

At least 5…15….no more than 1,000.

I’ve been lifting my left heel all day. It’s off the ground as we speak. Typing speed went way up. Who knew?

Hi, Binny!

DM @johnny_wunder

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Rory McIlroy reveals his love for….Domino’s Pizza!?

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The Payne’s Valley Cup on Tuesday provided plenty of entertaining moments, but one thing golf fans perhaps weren’t bargaining on hearing was a Rory McIlroy deep dive into his current favorite pizza joint.

While his partner Rose was preparing to putt, McIlroy revealed that he was on a ‘big Domino’s kick’ at the moment, and it elicited a pretty hilarious reaction from Justin Thomas.

The Ulsterman justified his choice by claiming that when you don’t know the good local spots, then Domino’s Pizza is ‘solid’. When asked by JT what toppings he goes for, McIlroy responded that his go-to order is the ‘Deluxe’, which according to google consists of ‘green peppers, black olives, and meats like pepperoni, ham, and Italian sausage.’

So there you have it, Rory McIlroy is a self-confessed lover of Domino’s Pizza!

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A hacker plays the big ones: Pt. 4

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“A Hacker Plays The Big Ones” is a short story authored by Steven R. Roberts. The short story, written two months following the trip, tells the tale of Roberts and his friend, Bob Blackman’s, golf odyssey around Scotland in the 1970s where the two played four of most historic courses in the game: St. Andrews, Carnoustie, Muirfield and Gleneagles.

We have broken the short story into a four-parter and here is the final part.

Read Part 1 here.

Read Part 2 here.

Read Part 3 here.

The final day of competition was at Muirfield Golf Club near Scotland’s southern border. It’s officially known as the “Company of Honorable Gentlemen from Edinburg”, and it was the only private club we attempted to play. We arrived to find only one car in the parking lot.

“Could you direct us to the Pro Shop?” I asked the club secretary.

“Muirfield da noot hoov a pru ship,” (or a pro for that matter), he said. “Ya kin buy bells un tees if ya moost.” There you have the Scottish disdain for things commercial. There were no souvenir shirts, hats, gloves or bag tags for sale at Muirfield. One imagines any money prize awarded at the Open Championship to be held in 1980 will be slipped under the winner’s door in a plain white envelope.

Standing in front of the clubhouse, you can see across the rugged links course to the sea. Some 40 miles north across the Firth of Forth lies yesterday’s winner, St. Andrews, and another 40 miles north across the Tay River is the rugged Carnoustie.
Just a word about the course. Bob and I decided it would be tough on a calm day, but the gales blow off the sea without relief. Muirfield members say if there was a day without wind, they wouldn’t know what to lean against.

The rough is knee-high everywhere you look except for the thin strips of the fairways. Some players think there may be whole families living in the tall grass. Nicklaus used his driver only four times per round in winning in 1966. But as tough as the course was tee to green, the greens were tougher. On the third hole, my caddie, another of the weathered veteran survivors of the sea breezes, spent some time telling me exactly how my uphill 30-footer broke. I steadied myself over the ball and took a stroke which traveled to the crest of the break and stopped. As I took a step forward, the ball turned, slowly rolling back down the hill coming to rest at my feet. My caddie turned to look out at the sea. He didn’t bother to read my putts again for the rest of the round.
Moving on, the 17th hole, a 530-yard par 5, was going to provide an appropriate climactic stage for the finishing moments of the scheduled 1980 Open. Bob’s caddie advised that in some wind conditions the par five is reachable in two. On my second shot, I swung a three wood with both feet off the ground and was able to reach the front of the green. Bob got lucky and put his second shot within 100 feet from the pin. He two-putted for a birdie. I won’t bore you with the details, but I managed to sink a two-footer for my six.

Finishing off the round with two pars, we took some comfort in the fact that Gary Player took a double bogie six on the final hole to win the Open Championship in 1958.

We packed up our wet gear and said goodbye to four days of soaking in the adventure of Scottish golf. On the drive home that afternoon and evening, Bob and I played the “if only” game, a favorite of all golfers. This technique allowed us to imagine away five or six shots a round. Looking back over the four rounds, each course had the devil buried inside its character. Carnoustie was a weathered Scottish seaman’s face; Gleneagles was a soft, classy lassie with curves in the right places; St. Andrews was the ceremonial lord of the manor with understated British strength and style; and Muirfield was a wicked woman with her fringed skirt flapping in the breeze – aggravating because you suspect she’s easy for some but not for you.

We also distributed the prizes on the drive home. Bob beat me two rounds, and we tied for two, so he won ten pounds and six golf balls. He had six birdies during the week compared to my four, so Bandit Bob won another 40 pence. Luckily, he didn’t have any eagles or holes in one.

I was driving when we passed the Nottingham Forest exit about halfway home. I slowed down to let a sheriff’s car pass me in hot pursuit. I supposed he was looking for Robin Hood. The sheriff would be well advised, I thought, to check out the sandy-haired hood sitting in the dark, chuckling quietly in the passenger seat of my car.

I was also smiling. If Bob doesn’t play again for a week, he is going to have a real surprise. Before we loaded up at Muirfield, I found a city of termites under the woodwork in the hotel. I’d spent half the night collecting the squiggly little termite biters, and I was able to poke the putter shaft through the bag and slide it down the shaft, finally securing the bag to the shaft midway with tape. In a week Bob will find only a clubhead, grip and a pile of sawdust after the little beasties have a go at that tasty shaft.

But alas, Bob and I have had a week of living out a dream. We have walked the same fairways and greens that have been walked for centuries of golfers, from the founding fathers of the game to the stars of recent years. No other sport provides its fans such an opportunity to so closely assimilate the physical challenges of its major championships. The average amateur baseball player is not permitted to walk to the pitcher’s mound in Yankee Stadium and pitch three innings, and the weekend football nut cannot play running back at Heinz Field stadium facing the Pittsburgh Steelers. But we stood on the same spot on the 17th fairway at St. Andrews and faced the same wind off the Forth of Firth that has humbled the greats of the game for centuries. All the more is the hacker’s thrill if he somehow carries his ball over the trap and keeps it from bouncing over the green onto the road.

So, that’s my story from a week in the middle of October 1979. Having read this only slightly-exaggerated report on our trip, you are exempt from listening to my telling of the story in the event we run into each other at a cocktail party somewhere down the road. But if after a few drinks the conversation turns again to lifelong dreams, my answer will be the same. There are many more courses out there to be concurred. But, do me a favor. Bob is still raw over the mysterious pulverizing of his wooden shaft. If he’s around, just don’t say anything about another trip.

Author’s note: This story was originally written two months after the trip. I sent a copy to my former teammate at college and attached is a reproduction of his response. He finished second to Tom Watson at Muirfield in 1980. I should have been on the bag and helped him read those tricky greens

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