Looks like touch and go Saturday, with thunderstorms throughout and several games still to finish from Friday. A lot of punters appear to have given up the ghost already - the market is very sluggish. So do some of the players I rather fancied, although I still think there’s life in Jim Furyk, now seven shots off the pace. It’s still possible and might even be worth a small additional punt - Wes Short Jr, who again poses a threat, was six shots behind at the half way point last year. Furyk’s putting was sharper Friday, but there’s still work to be done.

The merciless dash for cash is written all over the top of the board. D A Points with a two stroke lead? That’s the D A Points that’s 16 missed cuts from 26 this season with his best a T10 at the Honda Classic? Ah, but it’s also the D A Points who’s $250,000 shy of the exemption line.

And so on it goes. So many strange things seem to be happening here, not least the Lazarus-like rise of David Howell and Ryan Moore, that I have squared these guys up. Things look a bit too unpredictable for my liking, and for someone with a pain-inducing shoulder injury a week ago to fire a six under is unnerving.

In the midst of all this mad jostling for position, one wonders what the great Arnold Palmer would have made of it all in his heyday. It was moving to read his description of the moment he decided to quit competitive golf at the ripe old age of 77 - I should be so lucky. One can only doff one’s cap and say thanks for all the memories Arnie - except for one.

Is there any chance this also means the end of those World Golf Hall of Fame ads on XM radio? Palmer’s little homily - “How do you tell a president he can’t do a mulligan?” - is all fine and dandy the first 100 or so times, but it begins to jar a bit after that!