Agree, BYH2, feels like this new generation especially has advanced the flaming asshead gene.
Back in my previous newspaper life, I covered a few Champions Tour events for several years, and some of the nicest, most grounded pro athletes who I've ever dealt with across several sports were there. People like Jesper Parnevik, Fred Funk, Ernie Els, Kirk Triplett, Retief Goosen, Lee Trevino, Tom Watson, Davis Love III, Joe Durant, Billy Andrade and I'm sure several others I'm not recalling right now, were just gems.
During the year Davis Love was captaining the Ryder Cup team, he sat down for a one-hour one-on-one interview after he played a practice round, then with the course thinning out late in the day, asked if I had time to walk with him while he wandered around the property for a little bit and looked around. He asked me more questions about myself, my story and newspapers than I asked him in that interview. Really seemed interested, too.
Of course, there was the flip side. People like Scott Hoch, Corey Pavin, John Daly (shocker), you can shoot them into the sun. Even Fred Couples, which was a little bit of a surprise and disappointment as I had always admired him. He did his media obligations, but barely disguised the fact that he'd rather have been anywhere else.