It’s early Monday morning and I’m watching the final round of the 144th Open Championship, normally played on Sunday, but the Friday second round was delayed because of high winds. Americans call it the British Open, but it has so much tradition and prestige that it is known around the golf world as The Open. It is such a world-wide sport spectacle that I took off work today to watch it (oh, wait, I’m retired!).
The site of the 2015 Open Championship is where golf was born, St. Andrews, where the “New Course” is twice as old as the USA. St. Andrews has special meaning for me. I was there in 2013, shown here with my wife-assisted selfie. I sat on the members’ bench (very briefly) shown above on the narrow veranda overlooking the 1st tee. And, I have a picture of the Swilcan Bridge (click here), where Tom Watson stood this year on his final round of competitive golf.
I get goose bumps when I recognize places on TV that I actually saw at St. Andrews two years ago.
Thought for the Day: If you’e going to be a player people will remember, you have to win the Open at St. Andrews. Jack Nicklaus