After two days of relatively benign weather, I turned on the television to the Open Championship this morning to see that the heavens have opened up on the field. Players are in their weatherproofs, wearing two gloves, and generally looking like they are suffering.
All but Tom Watson, that is. He’s one under through seven. Everyone else is adding multiple strokes to their numbers.
I love the Open Championship. The landscapes, the weather, the unpredictability. It’s my favorite of the Majors.