Posted on 21-06-2010
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My plans were to sit in the garage in front of the small television with a drink in one hand and a Cohiba Esplendidos in the other as I intended on seeing some of the best golf played in the world.  I was smoking what I consider to be the world’s finest cigar so why couldn’t the golf rise to the same stature?  Well, I guess that yesterday’s conditions at Pebble Beach were a bit more than some of the golfers could handle, except for maybe Graeme McDowell.

Tiger had played better rounds in his life, as did Phil, Ernie ( who came very close) and Dustin.  Of all of these players who look back at yesterdays performance on the links, I believe no man will carry the weight that the golf gods decided to load upon Dustin Johnson who had a disastrous front nine.

Other than enjoying my cigar to the nub, yesterday’s finest moment for me was watching Kenny McDowell, Graeme’s father give him a hug and say, ” You’re something, Kid!”.  On father’s Day I don’t believe that any gift to a father could be more valuable than to watch a son win the U.S. Open.

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