Heat wave taking its time to get outta town. ConEd batting back well-deserved hits for more blackouts. Lightning and lights. Please.
Shane Lowry a happy champion at the Open. Not a contested finish. But. Brooks Koepka may have given him a run had it not been for the dawdling by his partner JB Holmes. Put your glove on. Get out your club. Strategize with your caddie. Before it is your turn! Take the shot.
Slow Play. Ruining the game.
OZY-Fest cancelled in Central Park. It’d be bad to have a baked crowd on the Great Lawn. Costly for promoters A-Rod & Co. Park wasn’t happy anyway about the profit-making show. So.
An hour-long CNN event last night. To pick 20 names out of a hat. Seriously. Dems split debate July 30 & 31. Bernie and Lizzie with a light-weight first night. Second stage stronger with Harris v. Biden again.
Over at the British Open. Not many marquee players made the cut. Leaders going in beards & bellies. JB & Shane. And Woods. No not Tiger. Fleetwood & Westwood. Sad about Rory. It’d be great to see Lee do it. Joey3Sticks picks all still in the hunt.
The Open Championship at Royal Portrush in Northern Ireland. Joey3Sticks picks Xander Schauffele, Tommy Fleetwood, Jon Rahm.
I’ll take 2 countrymen Rory McIlroy & GMac and then the guy who made the brilliant move to hire a caddy from the course Club. Brooks Koepka. Local knowledge is everything on this links terrain. In wind and rain.
Stay cool and watch on record. Don’t text any spoilers!
Photo: G. Levine. Connemara, Ireland. Circa 2002.
Tonys the best TV show. Actual talent on display from old classics Oklahoma or Kiss Me Kate. James Corden. Who new? He was great.
Big Little Lies. Season 2. Abusive husband replaced by abusive mother-in-law. Of course. Celeste takes the bait. Evil and dark, Meryl Streep is even better in the role than I’d predicted. Real. Resonates.
Rory woke up and commanded Canada’s course. Welcome back.
It’s officially a Clown Car now. Mayor DeBlasio is #23 in the Democrat primary race. He joins the latest Montana guy Bullock? Bollocks? It’s just silly. And. If Sleepy Creepy Joe stays at the top of the heap of jesters. Advantage Trump.
Meanwhile. Tiger’s under the big top at Bethpage Black at +2 thru 3. Since nobody would drive me out there, have to watch it online. Boo! At least the sun is out for a change.
Big Bang. Last episode. Unless Bolton gets us into a war with Iran.
Watching the Sunday nail-biter with my guys and texting all weekend with J3. The Masters 2019. Doesn’t get any better than this.
After the 9th hole, I kept whispering to Tiger. Think of Daddy & Navy Seals. And. It seemed to work.
A miracle that anyone could comeback from that.
So it begins. Spring road closures. Gates and tents all over Central Park. St. Patrick’s Day Parade today on Fifth. Half marathon on Sunday.
As usual, lots of talking going on while actual golf is being played somewhere in the background at The Players in Florida. Can Tiger stay on the Island? Brexit brothers Rory and Tommy lead the pack.
And. Trump will run over Beto the Manic Bozo as easily as Johnny & Moira Rose ran over that cat on Schitt’s Creek.
Dr. Husband captured magical sighting from our South Fork porch.
Then. We snatched summer’s last North Fork harvest.
Sweet corn. Heirlooms. Squash.
Back to the City in time to catch…
the miraculous comeback story of Tiger Woods.
Today’s final pairing at Ridgewood, NJ. Keegan Bradley & Bryson DeChambeau. Why aren’t they constantly on the clock? As they painstakingly perseverate over lining up each shot, there’s plenty of time to take a long walk around the block.
Never know who or what you’ll see. A visiting star from the great beyond. Or. A guy shlepping his flea market furniture find home. Only in NYC!
Howling rain. A Summer Nor’Easter hitting NYC. Lashing the dormant air conditioner as cool fresh air wafts in through narrowly cracked windows. Only people to be seen outside along Central Park West tonight are hunched over with inside-out umbrellas.
Gusts may pick up at the British Open final on Scotland’s coast tomorrow. Looks to be survival of Carnoustie’s Caddy Shack. American millennial housemates. Little rat farts are dominating the links. Spieth. Kisner. Johnson. Fowler. Could a geezer ever break wind?
Gale Storm was a Fifties actress. No. Not Stormy Daniels. Gale played My Little Margie where she looked older than her father on an old timey tv show. She also later had her own eponymous sit-com. With Zazu Pitts. That’s correct.