SCOTTSDALE, Ariz. — If you wanted to encapsulate the Rickie Fowler experience, or what’s become of it over the past four years, you could do a whole lot worse than the 14th tee box Saturday afternoon.
For the fans adorning the hill abutting Scottsdale Road, Fowler’s driver head meeting golf ball served as a starting gun. These might be the farthest recesses of TPC Scottsdale, but where Fowler goes, the party follows. So as his ball soared through the air, the hollers rose. “Let ‘em hang, Rickie,” yelled one fan. The more common refrain was a three-word rhyme not fit for print. It starts with Big and ends with Rick, if that helps.
