I feel the need to paste a quote in here which I posted on Jay Flemma’s facebook yesterday regarding the US OPEN. The comment is regarding the leader Ricky Barnes:
He’s got a complicated swing with a lot of moving parts. If it breaks down, he could drop quicker than the pants off of a myspace stripper.
The final round of the US OPEN is where the pressure causes all those complicated swings to break down. Can Ricky Barnes or Lucas Glover hold on? They’re backing up. Duval tripled his first hole.
9:00am-11:30am ET: ESPN
11:30am ET-End Of Play: NBC
The USGA was looking pretty bad after Thursday’s rain out. 40,000 or so people who watched a max of 11 holes of US OPEN golf Thursday (lead group made it to #11) were SOL and couldn’t use their tickets to see any other rounds.
Friday the USGA reversed that decision and saved face IF there’s a Monday finish. Unfortunately they told people to throw away their tickets but the USGA has a provision for that as can be read in Rand Jerris’ (USGA director of communications) statement below.
“Those people who no longer have their tickets can go to will call, where we have records of ticket buyers. We have 20,000 e-mail addresses of ticket buyers, we have credit card receipts. There are a number of ways to identify our ticket buyers if they threw away their tickets.”
I’m sure there are a lot of peoople who’s tickets were not acquired directly. They may have been sold, gifted, ebayed (that is a word), scalped… I guess those people are out of luck.
The weather at Bethpage Black in the US OPEN isn’t cooperating. It is looking like we get to watch US OPEN golf on Monday. Imagine if there’s a playoff and more bad weather. We could be looking at Tuesday and beyond!
On the range before the father/son tournament this morning I’m hitting wedge shots. The guy hack behind me is hitting drivers. He hits a “directionally challenged” a.k.a. sideways shot which hit me right in the left butt cheek. We’re talking about a guy hitting a full swing shot off his driver which hits me in the ass from 4-5 feet.
I turned around and looked at the guy and said “Um, that hurt” in a very dry nonchalant manner. He was sorry and embarassed, as he should have been.