Being a tad over a mile from the 13th green as I sit on the couch writing this, I'm sure my defense will be chocked up to Pac NW boosterism. Admittedly enough, I rankled a bit in reading His Honor's indictment. Though it appears he lacks sufficient evidence to support the charge. But rather than engage in a conversation on Chambers Bay's merits--Rich has more than adequately covered them--I'd rather sling mud. So...
Where was this argument when the USGA recently visited the hallmarks of American golf? Congressional, Torrey Pines, fucking Olympia Fields! The true greats! Let me tell you, when the final put drops on a fine spring Sunday in Augusta, guess what I'm looking forward to the most? You guessed it. Tree-lined, rough-choked ribbons of beautifully moist bluegrass in an oppressively humid and thunderstorm prone area of our great country, that's what! You know, the kind of rough so dank that you could roll that kush and sell it on Colfax Ave baby! And damn if Mike Davis and his cronies aren't going to ruin that dream for a second year in a row.