[PHOTO: Andy Lyons]
Lucas Glover usually likes to unwind at night on the road with a good book, but after his second-round 64 propelled him into the lead on Friday at the FedEx St Jude Championship, he capped off the evening in style. Well, he had style in mind. He did his laundry.
The PGA Tour offers laundry service to its players, who certainly needed it after two mud-splattering days at TPC Southwind. But Glover, 43, is a do-it-yourself kind of guy. Plus, it’s not like it made a dent in his finances after earning slightly more than $US2.5 million thus far in the current season.
“Hey, three bucks a load. That’s not bad,” said the affable veteran, who did two loads.
Of course, in an American hotel laundry room, you need quarters. Picture arguably the hottest player on tour rummaging around for the requisite number of coins. That’s 12 per load for the mathematically challenged. “I had to get change from the front. Dug through the backpack and then change from the front,” he said in a rather matter-of-fact manner.
Glover admitted that he packed only for this week, bringing the same clothes he wore while winning last week’s Wyndham Championship. It wasn’t that he lacked confidence that he could play well enough to advance to the second FedEx Cup Playoffs event, the BMW Championship, near Chicago. That’s just his sartorial game plan.
“I pack for one week and then wash,” said the South Carolinian, who still leads through 63 holes at TPC Southwind.
Plus, the married father of two had nothing better to do on a Friday night. “I’m very bored in my hotel room,” he said. “Finished my book [a Daniel Silva novel], so I needed something to do.”
There was no telling what he had planned for Saturday night. But it wasn’t going to be spent washing, drying and folding. “No, no laundry tonight. I’m thinking some white joggers maybe for tomorrow,” he said with a grin.
He was kidding. Earlier in the day he had bragged about how well his tan slacks had come out of the washing machine. He wore grey slacks last week during his triumph in Greensboro, North Carolina, so, clearly, the man is not superstitious.