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This Saturday night and Sunday morning we’ll have Alan Shipnuck of Sports Illustrated and tour/travel expert Bruce Moulton as guests. Then later this week it’s the Open Championship, followed by Pete Dye! The week after we’ll have Sports Passport’s Peter Robert Casey, and then a week and a half of the PGA Championship, including live shows from Valhalla! Tune in and have fun!

Posted on July 18th, 2014 under About the Author, Jay Flemma and Friends, Jay's Plays Radio | Comments: none

British Open Preview – Royal Liverpool Will put the ‘Open’ in this Year’s Open Championship

Poor Royal Liverpool (or Hoylake to locals): It’s become even more of a football for wise-cracking critics of Open Championship venues than Somber Olde Carnoustie.

Normally Open Championship venues conjure images of hallowed, centuries-old golfing Meccas. There’s the stately architecture of St. Andrews, the romantic beauty of Turnberry, the rugged, heaving, undulating terrain of St. Georges, and the wild winds and cunning routing of Muirfield. There’s Postage Stamps, Road Holes and Principal’s Noses. There’s Barry Burn and Hogan’s Alley and the towering dunes of Royal Birkdale. There’s usual Open Championship venue has majesty.

Royal Liverpool, however, has a bit of an identity crisis. “Go ahead: try to name a famous hole,” asked Sports Illustrated’s Gary Van Sickle in a recent interview.

***Cricket! Cricket! Cricket!***

He’s right. There really isn’t one. In fact, there’s nothing iconic about Royal Liverpool either visually or architecturally. Even the body of water it abuts, Dee Estuary, underwhelms when compared to the churning waters of the Firth of Forth or the mighty Atlantic.

Now name the identifying hazard of the golf course: internal out-of-bounds. The last time the Open was held at Hoylake, Golf Digest’s Ron Whitten derogatorily called it “Royal O.B.” Other American writers have made it the butt of repeated jokes as well. The city of Liverpool has life, the Beatles and great food. It’s easy to get there, it can fit the throngs of fans who will attend the tournament, and it balances the Open Rota with four English venues against four Scottish venues, given that St. Andrews hosts the Open every five years and the rest rotate evenly.

But as far as the quality and memorability of Open Championship venues go, Hoylake is regarded by many as the least interesting and least well-received. With the exception of the stretch of holes from Nos. 9-13 near the estuary, the course is relatively flat.

The English, however, love it. Cybergolf’s Tony Dear went to Liverpool University and played Hoylake nearly every day during his heady, halcyon college days.

“It’s a wonderful course. It plays differently every day with the way the winds can swirl off the Dee Estuary,” he explained. “And many holes can play into a crosswind, making them more difficult still.”

But therein lies the rub. One of the reasons Tiger Woods was able to dismember Hoylake with a 4-iron (a 4-iron!), was because he caught four days of sunshine and no wind.

Talk about an aberration for an Open Championship! As they say in the U.K., “Nae rain, nae wind, nae golf!” Of course some rota courses need less wind than others – Carnoustie, Royal Lytham, Troon and St. Georges, for example, play difficult any time. Others, like Hoylake, which is mostly flat, will rely on wind as a defense to scoring. The year 2006 saw England get its driest spring in nearly a century, followed by Florida weather during Open week. As a result, the golf course played more like an airport tarmac. You’ve heard of a 100-year flood? Well that was 100-year dry.

This year, however, England has seen one of its wettest spring seasons, so now Hoylake has the opposite issue: it’s too green and soft.

“This will be a completely different Open than when Tiger won. Guys may be able to throw darts at the pin,” opined Tour and golf design expert Rodney Zilla. “And that opens the door for everybody.”

That it does. It especially opens the door for more Americans. In fact, it’s almost as though the U.S. Open and Open Championship traded placed this year. Pinehurst was biscuit-brown and particularly fast and firm, playing much like a British Open. Hoylake will certainly play somewhat more like a normal PGA Tour event. There should be plenty of Stars and Stripes on the leaderboard.

It also means that all the riffraff might get invited to the party, as Dan Jenkins likes to say, at least for two, maybe even three days. So look to learn a number of new names, but that’s what watching to Open Championship is all about. How many great foreign players have made their debuts in American fans’ hearts at the Open Championship? Seve, Nick Faldo, Nick Price, Ian Baker-Finch, Ian Woosnam and Darren Clarke for starters . . . but the list is endless.

It’s also as much fun to see the wondrous variety of flags on the leaderboard. As Jenkins also likes to say, the championship opens when the Scotsman tells the Nigerian and the Belgian to play away, please.

Such is the majesty and magic of the Open Championship. It’s almost transportive the way a fabled, hollowed ground materializes from the mists of time, only to disappear again four days later like a reverie, to be reborn almost a decade (or more!) later. Even greener and softer than usual, seaside links golf is still the best golf on the world. When it’s at its best, it’s a wonderful scene.

And besides, with all four of Royal Liverpool’s par-5s reachable in two with irons (unless a gale suddenly materializes, but one’s not forecast), we should see birdies and eagles, and that means excitement, especially at the end of the round at 16 and 18. The R&A deliberately re-sequenced the holes with that purpose in mind; the first hole of the tournament is normally the 17th hole for regular play. They then play everything in order: 17-18-1-2-3, etc.

But ending on 16 also meant there was room for larger gallery stands, while still being near the clubhouse, as well as a closing eagle to win. That would add to Hoylake’s rich history. Roberto DiVicenzo won a claret jug at Hoylake. So did Bobby Jones on his way to the Grand Slam. No, Tiger is not going to win again, but we’ll see a great champion, and come late Sunday afternoon St. Andrews will be on the clock for next year.

Until them, pass the strawberries and cream, pour a cup of Harney & Sons, and throw “Rubber Soul” on the stereo. It’s the de facto world championship of golf, so play away gentlemen. We’ve waited all year for this.

THIS ARTICLE ALSO APPEARED AT CYBERGOLF.COM

Posted on July 16th, 2014 under CYBERGOLF ARTICLES, The Open Championship | Comments: none

Eisenhower Park Red and the “Golf Pro” who Shot 117!

A while back, I introduced you all to my pal Ector, (name changed to protect the innocent:)) You all remember my pal Ector, right? The guy who whiffed and took a divot the size of a football?

POOR ECTOR! WOULD HAVE BEEN A HOME RUN IN ANY OTHER BALL PARK...

POOR ECTOR! WOULD HAVE BEEN A HOME RUN IN ANY OTHER BALL PARK…

Well Ector is off the hook forever! Meet Rojas, (pronounced ROE-hass), also not his real name):

"ROJAS??!! ECTOR??!! WHERE DO YOU GET THESE NAMES?" BRUCE MOULTON ASKED...

“ROJAS??!! ECTOR??!! WHERE DO YOU GET THESE NAMES?” BRUCE MOULTON ASKED…

“Rojas” just moved to NYC from the Dominican Republic. He’s working as a chef in a coffee shop/restaurant where I come into write when I want to get out of the office. Rojas tells me he’s the former head pro of [name of golf course redacted] down there. He’d like to play with me.

Sure I say. Maybe I’ll get a story out of it. Sure enough, I did. He shot 117. With a whopping sixty-six on the back!

The punch line comes when we’re on the 12th tee and he suddenly gets on the phone. I tell him “Hey! Get off the phone and hit!” He tells me later he’s on the phone with his “sports psychologist!”

Must have done a lot of good, because he promptly went 10-9-8 over the next three holes, with the ten on a par-3…he was in a greenside bunker after the first shot. It took him five to get out and four putts:) He told me earlier in the round his most embarrassing day on the golf course was when he shot a 98 in a pro competition. That had to feel like a Swedish massage compared to yesterday. BRUTAL! BY the sixth hole, the other guys and I were like, “There’s no way this guy is a pro…” A pro…a real pro…could ham and egg an 80 on his worst day…maybe 82 on a tough course. But between three-jacks, stubbed chips, and sliced tee shots lost in the spinach patches, there may have been three golf shots all day. Yes, he didn’t have his clubs, but he hit one pitch shot all day with any modicum of golf talent. The rest of the time he ping-pong back and forth across the green like Tom Kite at Royal St. Georges.

But here’s how you know for sure Rojas can’t be a true professional golfer…I beat him…and I beat him still hung over from the night before’s Phish show. That’s right, I got to bed at 5 a.m., woke at 6:22 with eight minutes before Rojas was going to pick me up, still woozy from my friends keeping me out partying all night.

When you lose by 27 shots to a Phish head who’s head is still aswim from last night’s gig, it’s time to switch to badminton. We should make T-shirts: “Can YOU beat Rojas?” Oh well, at least Rojas’s food and coffee are good:)

As for Eisenhower Park, I must confess myself disappointed. The course is choked with trees. You’re bowling, not playing golf. They need to cut 5,000 trees down, but at 5,000 bucks per tree, it’s impossible. Moreover, the trees are frequently those low hanging spindly-needled variety, so your lucky to find your ball – forget about hitting it. It’s almost always an unplayable. That’s no fun.

On top of that, what used to be a Devereux Emmet course, but intervening architects turned it into a penal architecture, center-line slog. BORING! The course conditions were fine, but every time I go there (like once every four years) I get reminded why I never play there regularly.

Eisenhower Park underscores the dramatic chasm between the quality of Greater NYC’s private courses, (perhaps the greatest golf city in the country), and the dismal conditions of most public venues in the area. In the greater NYC area, unless you travel 90 minutes or more to Union Vale, Centennial, Tall Grass, or the Concord Hotel’s Monster course, your only public choices are Bethpage Black and the Knoll Club in Parsippany, NJ.

Posted on July 14th, 2014 under Chumps, Lunkheads, Dingbats, Public Courses - Mid-Atlantic | Comments: none

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