A great week of sports and don't worry about Alvin
Stuff about sports in here?
Hey, they’re playing golf over in Britain already and if there’s anything better than early-morning TV sports, not sure what it is.
Kind of nice to wake up, flip on the tube and see live action going on.
And there’s nothing like the intonation of BBC TV guys and how they do golf to be bring a smile to your face.
Where does the British Open rank with you folks?
To me, it’s one of the great sporting events – and weeks – of the year.
Maybe it’s because I really like to see the PGA Tour guys get their comeuppance in conditions that are real and require imagination and thought rather than 170-yard 9-irons with backspin. There’s something about rain and gloom and wind and mounds and gorse and all kinds of trouble lurking in areas where there really shouldn’t be any trouble that frustrates guys who play on perfectly groom carpets and fire at targets all day that amazes and entertains me.
I guess it’s forever thus, though.
A lot of people kind of relish in watching those with superior athletic skills fumble and bumble along; it makes them human or something like that.
And nothing does it better than the Open Championship.
Seeing guys in toques in mid-July, battling sideways rain one minute and fighting off the rays of the sun the next is hilarious.
Remember back in the day when there wasn’t 72-hole coverage of the Open. You’d have to wait until early afternoon – long after the rounds had been completed – to see it come on the screen, all the time wondering what the conditions were going to be like.
And with no HD TV it was even grainer and fuzzier and that made it even better.
I’ve been lucky enough to play a couple of the courses in the Open rota – the Old Course, Carnoustie on one great trip to Scotland that included a round at Dornoch, which might be as good as either of those two – and it’s crazy fun.
And the fact we can now get up in the pre-dawn hours and watch them hack it around makes this a great week.
Oh yeah, Alvin.
More than a few people asked in the wake of yesterday’s coaching announcement what it all means for Alvin Williams.
In case you missed it, and it seems a few did, Alvin’s a Henchman now, became one last year when he was elevated to a front office job as director of player development.
He’s not going anywhere.
Couple great lines, hardly original but when I heard them, they floored me.
Played a single at Carnoustie in the gathering dusk one night, me and a caddie traipsing around the course.
Not sure if it was Hogan’s Alley or not but I’m about 180 or from the green, I turn to the bloke and say, “can I get there with a 4-iron.”
He looks at me with a bit of a smirk:
I don’t remember exactly but I think I thinned a 3-iron into a bunker and made an 8 or something lke that.
Played Dornoch with a family friend or maybe a distant relative, a lovely woman of a certain age who had a sweet swing and sweeter disposition. I was hacking all over the lot, as I am wont to do, and when it’s all over I’m as tired and bedraggled as I’ve maybe ever been.
Then I notice that we’ve walked and played 18 holes in about 3:30 and I was quite proud of that: “At least we made good time,” I bragged.
“For a North American.”
Right, the baseball.
Well, sorry to disappoint the tens of you who were going to pay attention but the scheduling snafu that had me going to the ballyard tonight for Yankees-Jays is now a scheduling snafu that will have me at the park for Sunday afternoon’s series finale.
Better for me – afternoon games will never have a deadline issue – and if you’d like, we’ll still try an IGBT for the matinee.
I miss some of you.
Oh yeah, my apologies to Joe Buck (and I know he’s reading here because everyone in the world does, right?).
And thanks the various Irregulars who pointed out his health issues that almost cost him voice and his career.
Guess it was more than a cold.
I read at various places (here’s one of them) that the NBA players association (remember that sport?) sent a letter to its members commending them for at least investigating the chance of playing in Europe and lauding Deron Williams for going.
I’m still dubious that many will actually do it – not sure there’s enough money, or jobs since there’s a limit on non-Europeans – and I don’t think it will have any impact whatsoever on negotiations.
It’d be one thing if players decided to go to Europe and stay for the duration of their careers – or even a couple of seasons – but you know and I know and the owners know and the fans know – that they will come flying back to the creature comforts of home and the NBA the second there’s a deal struck.
And there’s no way this group owners will care a lick whether six or seven players of any profile sign deals over there.
To me, it’s a non-issue entirely.
Speaking of The Open …
There is no way the guy hit it into the crowd and then the burn and then the trap, right?
Couldn’t happen, could it?
Ever seen anyone happier to make a 7 when 6 would have won him a championship?
Right, the baseball.
Dastardly (Formerly Mighty) Yankees, a lot.
Mighty Rockies, a lot less.
Yes, heads handed to us a bit last night, now 10-3-1 and ramping up the staff for the post-season.
Ticket info soon.