Possibly not since Tony Lema in the early 60s has there been a unusually lovable character hoisting the Claret Jug as the Open Champion.
He's some weird combination of a young Gary Player, but instead of Player's often dour determination, he has an impish, playful, self-deprecating demeanor, mixed with a repeating swing that brings to mind Tony Jacklin in his prime.
This evening, he bought Champagne for the entire press crew.
I'm not sure he ever heard the Tony Lema story, which may have inspired his hosting the bubbly benefit, or if it was coincidence, but either way, the guy is a breath of fresh air, and in the year that will likely sadly go down as the start of Tiger's tragic fall from glory, this couldn't have happened at a better time for the game of golf.
Long live King Louie!