Like many of you I suffer occasionally from insomnia.
A horrible condition, laying awake when an important meeting looms the next day…but rejoice there is a cure.
Give me Ernie Johnson, I can handle him just fine. And I could do all the Jim Huber you can send. Players are comfortable with Jim and it shows. OK so he doesn’t ask the tough question…but this is golf after all…not the immigration debate.
But for my sleeplessness Bobby Clampett is the ultimate cure. Waking up this morning as usual, first day of The Open…as I have for many years looking forward to a couple of Starbucks and some live golf from Carnoustie…hard to beat that…at least if your life is a mundane as moi.
By the way that’s the last time The Open will appear on this BLOG…it’s the British Open around these parts pods.
Note to Bobby: The players are stronger, the ball has a miniature nuclear reactor inside…you don’t have to tell 
us how far they hit it anymore bud…we get it.
…and don’t say “What most people don’t realize” It makes you sound like Ken Venturi, and that ‘s not good…and everyone realizes that.
Oh and you need a little better line than “great up and down for McGinley, you’ll see lot of the players use a putter from off the green at The Open”
Oh, really? Don’t be so hasty BC, it could be new to some viewers. Those that have never played, watched, or driven past a Par 3 come to mind…but it’s possible.
Thank goodness Judy Rankin is recovered and clocked in at 8:50 EDT. Where have you been?
I have to go…trying to figure out how to get Bobby on my Ipod.
