Nothing, and I do mean nothing, prepared me for what I witnessed Wednesday night inside the Cameron Arena at Duke University.
I don’t have to tell you the Duke/UNC rivalry is maybe the biggest in sports, college or professional. I’ve been to Packers-Bears, Notre Dame-USC, Cubs-Cardinals, and they all looked like a Girl Scout cookie sale next to this madness…but more on that in a minute.
I was on this trip, then off, then on, off, and finally, thankfully on. I was third alternate and that might be pushing it. My stock rose and fell as the days approached but that’s OK…I made the cut in the end. After all, how many Majors have been won by someone “just hangin’ around?” And this was a Major.
Now regular followers of B.I.G. know what a lucky cuss I am when it comes to playing golf and hanging at good spots…no doubt about that. And I know it’s luck, not deserved. But what I am about to describe to you, at The Pinehurst Resort and surroundings, may go down as the Best 24 Hours In Golf…and I’ll be brief in fear that when you read about this I might lose you forever.
It started with dinner at The Magnolia Inn, a creeky old tavern in the Village of Pinehurst with two great pals…a couple hours on the porch outside the recently ruined, I meant renovated, Ryder Cup Lounge and off to bed. Then the fun began.
Next morning it was biscuits and gravy followed by golf on course #4, Tom Fazio’s terrific rewind of a D. Ross underachiever.
We met at 5:00 and motored north for an hour or so to Durham, NC, home to the Duke Blue Devils, Coach K, about 100 banners hanging from the rafters, and last but not least The Cameron Crazies. These are the students and they are all painted blue…and I mean they are ALL painted blue. They never sit or stop chanting in one very loud voice from before tip off until the end of the game.
Some of it is a little unseemly, like when they repeat the announcers introduction of a Tarheels player with a “you suck,” but the rest is just good college mayhem.
PA Announcer: “Welcome 5-11 guard, from Clinton Maryland, number five…Tyyyyyyyy Lawson”
Cameron Crazies: ”Ty Lawson, you suck!!!” Guess you don’t really need to hear the rest of the roster.
Our fourth was none other than author Jim Dodson (I won’t call him golf writer because his subjects are much more diverse than that) which was a true treat for me. I’ve read almost all his books on golf from Final Rounds, to Hogan (best Hogan biography by a lot in my humble opinion), to his latest, A Son of The Game…this is a good one that I’ll post more about when I’m finished. You’re going to want this book either as a Dad, for your Dad, or just if you really like good golf writing. It comes out just before Father’s Day, trust me.
It’s 80 degrees and 90% humidity in the arena…everyone looks like they’ve had a shower at the end of the night.
Krzyzewski on one bench, Roy Williams on the other, not 20 feet from each other…an unholy place…and something I’ll never forget.
Then the trip turned back to golf on B.I.G. personal fave, and home of the Best Par Four to Ruin a Round Early, the #2 course at Pinehurst. The last time I was here was at a very high quality road trip to the 2008 US Amateur, watching eventual champion Danny Lee treat the Deuce with the utmost disrespect…birdieing half the holes and showing enough fear to fill a small grape.
Along for the walk were great friends and customers Jeff Fiorini and Wright Chandler from GolfPride. We had a match under a sky that North Carolina fans would say proves God’s loyalty to the Heels…just as blue as it could be.
After my good partner and I lost the first two holes to the Grip Boys it looked bad…actually it looked a little like a handicap miscalculation…but we won the third and no one was more than one-up until we lost the match and 10 bucks on 18…money well spent to say the least.
Our caddies were great as usual and included Hall of Famer Eddie Mac, who spends the same amount of time talking about the latest poetry he’s reading as he does 10-footers for bogey. He likes to hear what you think the putt will do before he expresses his opinion and even has his own unique way of doing this.
“What say you knave?” is a typical Eddie Mac question…now I ask you who says knave?
That’s it for now and maybe forever for the reason listed above…I hope this happens to you some day, I really do…now what say you knave?


A couple weeks ago my friend Mark and I decided to take a day trip to our favorite acreage in all of golf. The weather was supposed to be rainy and windy but we decided to take the chance which turned out to be a very good decision.
Some good friends, and passionate lovers of golf, have e-mailed recently to talk about the demise of The Western Open. First, it won’t say Western anymore…unthinkable? It won’t be in Chicago every year…even worse!