Ian Poulter: Sport’s biggest dick?

We all knew Ian Poulter was a bit of a dick.  Those try-hard pants, the hype over style over substance thing.

But today he’s proved he really is quite a special piece of work, and a parody of how professional golfers are a disconnected breed apart.

The poor thing didn’t have his family around when he made the cut at the PGA this weekend, following the fly of shame back to England.  How demeaning, and then British Airways dared to inflict more pain on him; atnd his time on his timeline

 

Booked 6 business seats for my wife & nanny to fly home & @British_Airways downgrade my nanny so katie has no help for 10 hours with 4 kids.

— Ian Poulter (@IanJamesPoulter) August 8, 2014

Where to start? First of all Poulter has always been a bit of a naff Rupert the Bear type creature; without the success. But trans-Atlantic travel is full of parents and three children, and 99% of it is not in Business Class. But people actually cope with it, even without the luxury of a back-up nanny in Economy

And the comment that his wife had to deal with the children on her own.  First class has all sorts of beds and video games.

Also, ditch the silly pants. We now all know what a dork you are. There’s no money in that