By Cecilio's Scribe on Jun 21, 2009 with Comments 0
Monday Wrap for Open…Maybe?
It’s bad enough the sports deities have taken away hoops and hockey and that football is still just tantalizingly out of reach. Now, we need to contend with higher powers taking away our golf? C’mon, I’m reaching to begin with here in tagging my sports entertainment hopes to what goes down at Bethpage. I mean it’s not like the final Sunday of a major is typically keeping me glued to the couch, but throw in a majestic course that looks stunning in HD, some artificial bird chirping and a couple of decent non-Tiger story lines and you can usually count me in. So, this U.S. Open had a lot potentially going for it – and it still does — except for the rain, of course.
Normally, I couldn’t give two you-know-whats that the elements have succeeded in pushing back the conclusion of the 2009 U.S. Open into Monday (if they’re lucky). But being a NY guy the added allure of Bethpage, coupled with Phil’s omnipresent story and the underrated secondary sub-dramas emerging with Duval and others now in the mix, makes it extremely annoying that the drama will begin to unfold as I ascend the subway steps for another week of work.
It just isn’t right. The final round of a major should have the sun fading in the horizon as you peacefully fade in and out of sleep only to catch the final three holes that, ideally, have some underlying emotional undercurrent attached to them. Instead, I’ll be checking live scoreboards and catching highlights on the 11:00 SportsCenter. Damn you, rain. F-in with the few sports I now have to latch onto is decidedly uncool.
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Tags: David Duval • Phil Mickelson • Ricky Barnes • Tiger Woods
About the Author: Cecilio's Scribe is the founder of The Legend of Cecilio Guante and a generally pessimistic fan of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. A fine NYC-based gentlemen who hones his marketing skills as his primary trade by day. Husband, chef, father of a newborn and after-hours blogger by night. Proud alum of the mighty Big Red of Cornell. University. Hot sauce devotee. Staunch protester of the continued wussifcation of American sports. Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.
Monday Wrap for Open…Maybe?
