Jim Furyk is one of the top golfers in the world, and yet he is frequently dissed by so many golf writer, spectators and others.

I don’t understand it. Is it his weird swing? The fact he can’t excite the crowds by routinely blasting 300-yard drives?

Maybe it’s because he wears shirts that button all the way down? Is it his concave chest and hawk face? His mammoth, gleaming forehead? Too many consonants in his last name?

That wacky putting routine?

Furyk may not be the most charismatic guy in golf – who the hell is? – but he deserves more respect.

He’s the number three ranked player in the world, seventh in the Fed Ex Cup rankings. He’s already won nearly $2.5 million this year. He’s accurate, hyper-competitive, a great putter and always in the hunt. With a few breaks here and there, he could challenge for No. 1.

Yet he’s frequently ignored by a lot of golf writers and fans, or even worse, disparaged. He’s often characterized as just another bland, PGA Tour veteran, slogging away, making a good living.

My brother hates him. I asked him why. He couldn’t tell me.

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