Starting my list of thoughts about the 2010 US Open. They’re not in any order, and I’m sure I’ll come up with more as the day goes on:
Graeme McDowell came out of the blue, really. If you were to name the best Irish players, Harrington and McIlroy would have come to mind. But not McDowell. I know who he his, but I’m a rabid golf fan.
This US Open wasn’t so much won as survived. Or lost. The USGA has to be happy that the winner finished at even par for the round. Compared to the winner’s romp ten years before, this was much more in their line of thinking.
Still, I can’t figure out for the life of me what happened Sunday. The supposed best players in the world were doing their best to look like weekend hackers. And Phil … oh Phil. What was with that shot off the cable? It just shows that you weren’t focused.
Dustin Johnson had a meltdown for the ages. His 82 was the worst final round finish for a 54 hole leader since 1911, when a poor unfortunate schmuck named Fred McCloud dropped an 83.
I started out yesterday’s live blog by saying that I don’t see how Johnson could lose this one. I found the answer: slowly, painfully and creatively. He had to work to do as badly as he did.
I’m pulling for Tom Watson to return to Pebble in thirteen years. He’ll only be 73. And if he plays old man golf and hits fairways, he might just win.
Tiger looked terrible. Or at least, terrible for Tiger. He did manage to eke out a +4 for the day.
In fact, among the top 15, only Matt Kuchar and Ben Curtis finished under par in the final round. Both were -3.