Golf Weirdness

There are many weird things swirling around this year's British Open. Right now, for example, I'm sitting here watching folks walking around in coats (not jackets) trying desperately to keep warm. I look out the window, however, and I see my grass drying up and dying before my eyes while the deck thermometer registers 102 degrees.

John Daley has had a great Day One, but what's up with those purple, psychedelic-print pants? (Check 'em out, here.) They look as if they came from a 1967 Time Capsule. Or Mo Weber's closet, I'm not sure which.

The British Open is a weird event, anyway, what with pasture passing as rough and pot bunkers deep enough that they appear to be bomb craters that have never been filled in since 1941. Then too, I don't think I could drive across some of the greens, much less putt across them, they are so big.

Another weird thing about this tournament is seeing Tiger Woods. I mean, really: How long will it take before we view him as just a golfer and not as the # 1 Ranked Horn Dog in the world? Will we ever?

And this Rory MclRoy; what's he, 12? One of the announcers had a great line about young Mr. Mclroy: "All he needs is experience and a razor." He hasn't been around long enough for either.

Speaking of the announcers, I think it would be wise to have the World Cup guys do the British Open. Golf announcers have a very appropriate demeanor for soccer, which is to say, nothing excites them, and that is perfect for the World Cup since nothing exciting ever happens. Now, those soccer guys would really spice up golf. Heck, just imagine what how they'd react to John Daly's pants.

"Sr. Daly con los pantaloons muradoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!! Dios mio!!!!!!"

Can't wait to see what Day Two brings.