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Most of what I've written has been published as e-books and is available at Amazon. Match Play is a golf/suspense novel. Dust of Autumn is a bloody one set in upstate New York. Prairie View is set in South Dakota, with a final scene atop Rattlesnake Butte. Life in the Arbor is a children's book about Rollie Rabbit and his friends (on about a fourth grade level). The Black Widow involves an elaborate extortion scheme. Happy Valley is set in a retirement community. Doggy-Dog World is my memoir. And ES3 is a description of my method for examining English sentence structure.
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Sunday, June 23

US Open, Pebble Beach


The USGA has received many black eyes in the past over their choices of venues for this hallowed event and their setups regarding fairway widths and rough depths. Finally, though, they got it right last weekend at Pebble Beach. This time the setup was US Open tough without having to resort to any tricks. Pebble Beach has enough tricks of its own. Normally, there'd be varying wind speeds of ten to as much as forty mph blowing in off the Pacific to give players new gray hairs and enough sunshine to make the greens mean-ass hard. But neither happened . . . which should have turned Pebble Beach into a pussy cat . . . which it wasn't. The USGA has always been accused of trying too hard to protect the sanctity of par golf. Its goal, apparently, was to have winners shoot around even par. This year, at a very benign Pebble Beach, Gary Woodland won at minus 13 with another thirty who were also under par, but the USGA didn’t need to feel that they’d been too easy in their setup. They weren’t. The under-par players all played quality golf on a course that still managed to bare its teeth despite the soft greens and calm breezes. The rough was so rough that we saw Ian Poulter actually stub a chip from just above a greenside bunker, sort of a reverse whiff. And his next shot went only a foot. Rory tried to smash one out of some waist-high fescue that nearly ripped the club from his hands, the ball going about ten feet. But it seemed like for every example of ugly results there were an equal number of magic chip-ins and hole-outs from the fairways. This Open was one of the best, most exciting ever contested on one of the best, most picturesque golf courses in the world.
I and many other golf fans were rooting for Tiger to produce another of his magic moments, but it never happened. Well, it didn’t happen for the first sixty holes, with a Tiger who hit more bad shots and bad putts than any of us could believe. It was like he was totally indifferent to what he was doing, nothing very bad but also nothing very good, pretty pedestrian, in fact. But on Sunday, he birdied six of the last twelve holes to shoot a respectable 69 for a T-21, and show me and the other Tiger fans that the old Tiger could still growl. It gave us something to hope for in July’s Open in Northern Ireland.
 Other observations?

That really heart-warming clip of Woodland and Amy, the young lady with Down syndrome who, in January, played the sixteenth hole in a practice round in the Waste Management with Gary Woodland. She hit the tee shot, the chip onto the green, and when Gary asked her if she wanted to putt it, she said, “I got this, Gary,” and knocked it in. What a really neat story.
More about the pins, leave it in or take it out when putting. Fewer and fewer are opting to leave it in, with Bryson DeChambeau and Adam Scott the main ones to leave it in. I also noticed that the USGA doesn’t seem to have a policy about what is or isn’t a standard pin. In some tournaments, the old lightweight pins are used; in others, the new fat heavyweights are used. In this Open, the fat one was there, but in last weekend’s Canadian Open, the skinny one was used. If you can’t tell the difference on tv coverage, the heavy one is black and white with the bottom foot or so a skinny black; the light pin is usually all white, the same diameter from top to bottom. I’ve said before, the light pin can be more help than hindrance, but the heavy pin the opposite.
Am I the only viewer who’s offended by all the spitting that so many of the young players do? It’s not the little shot you see coming from baseball players; that’s what I call spitting and I can sort of live with it. The young golfing gunslingers like Dustin Johnson, Justin Thomas, Kevin Kisner, Tiger Woods, and even Gary Woodland will often and too often on camera let a long drippy gob go, and I just shudder at the sight. If they all want to be gunslingers from the past, they should all carry a spittoon in their golf bags. In the ancient days of baseball, many players kept a big wad of snuff in the cheek and would periodically emit a nasty, brown string of tobacco juice and spittle, but back in those ancient days, we didn’t have tv cameras with extreme facial close-ups, so we were spared most of these yucky sights. I still like to think of golf as one of the last of the gentlemen’s sports. Not so much now with all the slobbering going on.
The prodigious distances these young bucks now hit it also amazes me.
We can account for it by better equipment and better physical condition. Almost the top half of touring pros now average over 300 yards off the tee. The old unreachable 600-yard par-5s are now being reached with drive and in some cases short irons. What!? A 240-yard par-3 now requires as little as a 7- or 8-iron. What!? Golf, like every other sport keeps evolving. Someday, just like Annika Sorenstam has often said, somebody will birdie all eighteen holes for a 54. What!?

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