The US Open is in full swing (pardon the pun) but I find myself not as interested in watching because darn, I know so few players anymore.
I grew up a golfer, in a crazy golf family and love the game still today. I like to cheer for the underdog and love when matches go into sudden death, good old cliffhangers.
Here’s the Leader Board as of this morning, those who have teed off early.
Let’s see. I’ve heard of Hoffman but couldn’t pick his face out of a lineup. I don’t know Aiken or Kim or Gooch or Love (is that Davis Love III’s son?). I don’t know Dredge but I do know Dufner. One for me.
I read this morning that Mickelson has withdrawn. I don’t know why though. Injury? Anyone know?
Quite frankly, golf isn’t the same since Tiger messed up his life and game. The crowds cheering him on. The excitement he brought to the event. The power in his drives and the accuracy of his short game. He was awesome.
Of course, I go back to the days of being part of Armie’s Army and a huge fan of Nicklaus. They had such personality. Such unique and different swings.
Today, everyone’s swing looks alike to me – it’s like watching the same golfer just in different clothing. And don’t get me started on golfer’s clothing. Sloppy, the tight white pants, and the beards. Oh, the beards are the worst.
I’ll probably watch the Open anyway, just because my gene pool dictates it. I don’t follow any one player anymore so it’s not like I’m pulling for one person this weekend.
I’m home today after being gone all day yesterday. The shingles are really not painful but I do feel like a throbbing in my left backside. Sitting is uncomfortable so I’ll do my best to be up and outside today. It’s gorgeous this morning – no AC needed. All the windows and doors open wide – a fine cool breeze wafting through, as well as the hum of the lawn mower crew here now.
Happy Thursday one and all.