'Where All My Crap Goes' - Scottie Couldn't Contain His Excitement About Bringing The Wanamaker Trophy Home, Just Throwing It In His 'Golf Room'

This is becoming somewhat of a tradition with the Wanamaker, just ask Collin Morikawa 

I think the Wanamaker Trophy rules, not the Claret Jug, but it's a damn good trophy. They gotta figure this out. Glue it together at this point, although you lose the 44 beers you can drink out of it. Obviously though there's been a ton of talk about Scottie's dominance and being the best/most dominant golfer since prime Tiger. I actually think he's one of the most relatable golfers (except the whole being awesome at it and rich thing). He's got own room of crap 

If you're married and own a house you know the one spot that is yours. You don't get a whole lot of space, you might get a room or a basement or something. That's your area, that's where you put all your crap. Slight difference being our crap is a Bill Raftery bobblehead, a member-member trophy, a couple pictures and a humidor (I'm looking at my crap now) and not the Wanamaker Trophy. Then there's the fact he had the ultimate dad move. Guy just won a major, has his kid around and is doing anything to keep that kid from crying. 

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You're just trying to get the most basic task done, here play with my hat and book and anything else. Just sit there for two minutes. Hate to break it to Scottie, but this doesn't stop any time soon. They just graduate to walking and talking and constantly yelling for you or walking to where you're working to distract you. 

Either way, Scottie's golf room has to be fucking sick. Gold medal, Masters trophy, Wanamaker, guy has it all basically. Couldn't sound more excited about another trophy going in there.