Why so many at The Open? I was there the last time and the galleries were impressive. The line of autos – backed-up along the highway – was reminiscent of the final scene from Field of Dreams. Maybe the weekend will makeup for it.
I’ll give you an example of the type of folks in that part of the country and compare that with your area. On my 1998 visit, I remember getting coffee at a gas station/convenience store and the experience blew me away. The coffee was situated out of sight from the register and in an effort to keep things moving, if all you were purchasing was coffee, you paid by the honor system. A cigar box sat next to the coffee machine and you left your money inside. if you needed change, you made it yourself. Plenty of bills and coins just sitting there for the taking but no one did. That’s the way it ought to be.
Looks like slow play has reared its ugly head once more. Six hour rounds are typical at The Open unfortunately. Too many players lacking the pedigree to score well on such a difficult course. But is it that difficult? Plenty of red on the board.
When we played the British in ’07 at St. Andrews, the afternoon groups took seven freaking hours and didn’t finish! I worked for Dina Ammaccapane and we were in the first group. Played in 4:20.
OMG! Judy, please stop talking over the action.
Comparing the LPGA scoreboard with the one on the USGA site, I opt for the latter. The more expansive stats for each player’s performance are a delight. The LPGA site taxes my eyes. The dark blue background is a killer. I know you’ve heard that before but it’s just awful.
Welcome To The Family
I’ve taken a temporary position at Fallen Oak. They started an On Call Caddie program through the parent company MGM. A background check, drug test and full day of orientation were mandatory. Completed the final phase yesterday which was held at the Beau Rivage.
Along with a complete explanation of the hotel operations and policies, we were given the dime tour and lunched in the hotel cafeteria which was the highlight for us all. What a spread! Something to satisfy every appetite. If I worked at the hotel, my stretch-belt would definitely come in handy at meal time.
As always, I see humor in most situations and this was no different. As were were taking the tour, genuine greetings from current employees were offered to the "new hires" which flashed my memory to the movie Shawshank Redemption. When a bus load of new inmates were paraded to their cells for their first night in stir, howls of "Fresh fish! Fresh fish!" echoed through the cell block. Of course there’s no comparison but that’s what came to mind.
Then there was this: