Like many of you, the World Cup has filled my waking (and sleeping) hours the past 32 days. I am sure your dreams are also haunted by Volkswagens and “Hans the Lighting guy.” How then to avoid shattering Trainspotting-level withdrawal symptoms?
By immediately flying to Carnoustie, Scotland, and throwing ourselves with glee into the proud polo-shirted-n-visor propelled action at The Open Championship. Yes, Davo and I are poised to immerse ourselves in the world of golf at the 147th playing of the world’s original Open, analyzing every deft chip shot, regrettable outfit choice, and blood sausage we can get our hands on.
Starting Wednesday at 11 p.m. ET we will air nightly on NBCSN where we will sit with a ton of high profile guests like Mike Tirico, the high priest of Tirocism, and local bagpipers and pie makers, to ask the big questions:
Is Jordan Spieth a better Jordan in the clutch than Jordan Henderson?
Is there a more American name in Sports right now than “Brooks Koepka?”
And is the phrase “Is Tiger Back?” just the new “Football’s Coming Home”?
I am genuinely giddy with anticipation. As a kid, The Open ranked up there with FA Cup Final day and Wimbledon as epic, ritualized sporting highlights of my summer in which such legends as Seve Ballesteros, Tom Watson and Jack Nicklaus swaggered round the course, less like mere mortals and more, in my eyes as suave style gods. To be on the side of the course this summer, and sit in our expensively built golfing Panic Room which is actually a renovated Port-a-loo is the honor of a lifetime.
To Tartan Pants! To sea mist, wind and rain! To The Golf!