and I’m bored with it.
-Let’s be gone with with setup experts, short grass, the whining of the professional golfer, and worst—New York area golf crowds.
-Shinnecock, a truly beautiful place, looked like an angry oaf for four days. Six dollars says the staff at Shinny could’ve done better own their own.
-We’ve reached the graphical intersection of golfers’ skill and the ability to control score through toughening of the course. Without making things totally ridiculous, someone among these fellas will play well. The USGA needs to accept this reality or risk having this problem every year from now on. These guys are good and no amount of reasonable tinkering with the course can contain them.
-At some point we as golf architecture snobs will start to realize that rote acceptance of fads do not make for great architecture in every case. Raise your hand if you truly think the back of 10 green at Shinnecock is really supposed to play the way it did.
-Two old guard standard bearers among the professional ranks took a big step backward this week. Phil complained with his putter and surprisingly quick first step. Zach did with his petulant on-air whine about conditions. Patrick Reed—whom I loathe—said perhaps the smartest thing about Saturday afternoon’s conditions of anyone. Essentially, move 13, 15, and 18 pins two yards closer to the center of the green and no one would’ve muttered a thing.
All in all, I was entertained by the event. Mostly because of manufactured drama though.