Well, I’m not sure what there is to add. I’m still a little bewildered that Jim Furyk lost the WGC-Bridgestone Invitational, but obviously not as much as he is. The ending was painfully similar to what happened at the U.S. Open in June when he blew the lead on the 70th hole instead of the 72nd. (continue reading…)
Tag: Olympic Club
I had a few post-U.S. Open discussion points I wanted to throw out there, but it’s obviously a little after the fact now. I should have a put something up earlier this week, but when I tell you I’ve been sick and barely been able to make it from my bed to the bathroom, I’m not kidding. I caught some sort of bug in San Francisco — thanks to the awesome weather — and naturally it got worse flying cross-country, not to mention the general exhaustion.
I still don’t have much of a voice, so don’t make fun of me if you see me at the Travelers this weekend (I’m trying to get my butt up there!). Good news is I’m pretty sure I’m no longer contagious. I mean, it’s been over a week. (continue reading…)
When the last putt dropped at Olympic — or rather didn’t — there was a sense of emptiness. That was it? The tournament was over? I was left with a pit in my stomach, like the plain salad and soup wasn’t enough to ease my hunger, or I had just watched a really compelling movie that ended with an anti-climactic cliffhanger.
Now this was nothing personal against Webb Simpson, a deserving champion, who shot impressive rounds of 68-68 over the weekend to rally from four shots back heading into the final round of the U.S. Open. And it had nothing to do with the venue. I loved Olympic Club with the large Cypress trees lining the fairways, built on a pretty steep cliff. It was severe and challenging, but a pure and fair test. (continue reading…)
At the 2008 U.S. Open at Torrey Pines, Kevin Streelman came up with an idea to share a special moment with his dad Dennis on Father’s Day. A player can change caddies at any time and Kevin confirmed it with the walking official.
Four years ago, heading into the 72nd hole on Sunday, Kevin teed off well ahead of the leaders, allowing him the opportunity to surprise his dad when he told him to switch places with his caddie Mike Christensen. (continue reading…)
The strangeness in the air on Saturday carried over into the wee hours of Sunday morning when the fire alarm woke up a bunch of cranky scribes at the media hotel around 1am. Myself included. Naturally, it turned out to be a false alarm. Somehow, the disconcerting announcement didn’t sound in my room (thank God for Twitter,huh?), but I did get the “false alarm” one.
Good news is I could understand all three languages used: Spanish, Mandarin and English (played in that order). You know, just in case I missed the first or second message the fourth time it was repeated. Better news: I didn’t listen to the evacuation order and leave my room for the Media Pajama Party in front of the hotel. Now that would have been a spooky nightmare!
The game plan was to rest up and then wake up early to write this post — which I’ve been thinking through since Friday evening — but alas, here I am, up and at ‘em. Let’s hope some of this makes sense…it goes back to a quote Jim Furyk gave me after the final round of the Masters in April. (continue reading…)
To add insult to injury after moving the wrong way in the third round of the U.S. Open, Tiger Woods stomped off the 18th green, looking like he had just shot five-over 75. As you can see, it’s always quite chaotic with everyone trying to get out of the way or in the way.
What a strange, strange day.
I was standing next to the stairs. If you’re looking at the video, I’m the one closest to the bottom of the steps on the right (wearing all-black and my hair is black, so it’s hard to make me out). It was a pretty dramatic moment and I swear you could almost hear the impact of Tiger’s hand hitting the lens (*update: or his
elbow arm smacking the guy’s head). Maybe not. It was probably more of the tension in the air. I think Tiger’s melodramatic reaction was partly to the pain and partly to feeling pissed off about his ugly round. (continue reading…)
So, all the work I did in the last two hours was just lost. FML. Somehow it didn’t auto-save and when I hit “publish,” I discovered I had been signed out and my draft hadn’t been saved. Awesome. I don’t think I’ve felt that pit in my stomach since college. I mean, c’mon, technology!
Well, I guess I’ll redo it later, but bed for now. Here are the tee times for Saturday: (continue reading…)
Ed. note re: the headline: To be clear, I’m being facetious. It’s obviously pure speculation since the cut line has yet to be determined and we do not have knowledge of Rory’s weekend plans, if he does indeed have the weekend off.
So much for defending his U.S. Open title at Olympic Club. Rory McIlroy, who blew the field away by eight shots last year at Congressional, followed his first-round seven-over 77 with a three-over 73 in the second round for a two-day total of 10-over. (continue reading…)
Take note, U.S. Open competitors (and golfers in general): Casey Martin, a 40-year-old disabled golf coach for the University of Oregon, deserves even more props than he already does, if that’s possible.
Martin got off to a rough start, jumping on the bogey train and playing the first six holes at five-over par. He rallied in very difficult, windy and cold conditions in the later afternoon to post a four-over 74 in the first round at Olympic Club.
The shot of the day goes to Nick Watney, who carded the rare albatross. Watney hit a 5-iron from 190 yards on the par-5 17th and watched in roll in the hole. He followed it up with a celebration for the ages (or one that matched someone named “Peter Oosthuizen” at the Masters earlier this year). (continue reading…)