Good column from the Arizona Republic, a rarity...
So with Tiger Woods standing 71st out of 77 in putting at the British Open, PYB assumes that the grooves on his new Nike putter didn't make the 'huge difference' that analysts had predicted on Thursday? 32-32-35 going into Sunday. That's mediocre for an amateur. The dorks at The Oven better get working to improve their junk equipment.
Curse of the British Open strikes again. Leave it to "The Open Championship", as American ass kissers (same dickheads that use all the Euro terms during the Ryder Cup) like to call it, to burn us once again. Due to the nature of the courses and weather, it's the most finicky of majors.
Put Sunday plans off to the side to watch the final round, and Louis Oosthuizen is rolling with a five-shot lead. It's bound to happen. There is no drama, no tension. Much like the US Open this year at Pebble Beach. Make plans instead of watching, and a Van de Veldian meltdown is bound to occur. Guess we'll have to settle for watching Englishman Paul Casey staining his fagoty white pants as he pisses his chances down his leg.
Should have gone golfing or gone to the gym, or gotten blasted last night.....Anyway, HDTV gave us several up-close revelations:
1. Tiger Woods has a dead front tooth. Obviously, Elin did make contact last November.
2. The St. Andrews greens were shaggy as a Phoenix muni in July.
3. Sean McDonough does a good job, but his energetic delivery is not fitting for the depressing Scottish vistas. PYB keeps expecting to hear: "Wuerrfel over the middlllllee...CAUGHT!!! Reidel Anthony! -OR- "Tyrod Taylor deep....CAUGHT!!!!! O'Hanlon blows the game!!!
4. Finally, Paul Casey wasn't the only one pissing at the Open....
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