An ethereal entity calling itself the “World Golf Group” is either a dire threat to the PGA Tour or a preposterous pipe dream.
Its plan to form the “Premier Golf League” is too fantastical to comprehend right now.
It’s also troublingly mysterious.
At the moment, we are like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, being told to pay no attention to that man behind the curtain, and yet we don’t even have a giant, bulbous green head to approach with our questions.
There’s no face to this league.
So far, there’s just smoke and bombast.