It’s time for US Open II. The first one was back in April in Jaw-ja, had a surprise winner from Iowa…not too many birdies but lots of corn.
The second version starts this week in Western Pennsylvania, a part of the country custom made by God for golf…and I’m ready.
I was critical of last year’s Open won by Geoff Ogilvy and as always, I was right. The setup at Winged Foot was crazy-hard and not a small amount of luck was involved in winning the tournament…it’s happened before and it will happen again.
Just please, not at Oakmont. This is the National Championship. Let’s have a true Champion.
Too much cool stuff has happened at Oakmont to let that happen here.
The ’62 Open, won by The Bear over The King was the most memorable. A triple-bogey moreso than the golf course of the same name they designed together in Florida by the way…where they ruined a perfectly good swamp.
I love that golf’s history is important to us. No other sport, except maybe baseball, is even in the same league as golf…and that’s a stretch, seventh inning or otherwise.
All Arnie had done leading into that week was win 6 times and grow up a few miles away.
To say he was the favorite is akin to saying Tiger’s got a big boat.
But alas, the kid who finished 2nd and 4th in the previous two Opens as an amateur was not to be denied…he didn’t care who the crowd was pulling for or what neighborhood he came from…he was Rookie of the Year and made just north of 60 grand, for the year that is…not bad for 22.
So what did AP say at to the scribes post round? 
“Now that the big guy is out of the cage, everybody better run for cover.”
And they did.
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