U.S. Open at Pebble Beach. As it was in 1982. Tom Watson. This year. Who? Rosie had a great start. More off-course drama. Tiger’s ex having another cub. Jordan dressed down his caddie on national tv. Koepka whines about not being in promos on Fox. We’ll see.
It’s the middle of June and ice hockey is mercifully done. As is the NBA. In more ways than one.
Congrats to Ogilvy New York. Global Instagram branding. On to Cannes.
An ugly tornado hit the women’s U.S. Open final. Men and women should be equally penalized for bad behavior. But. Berating officials is not tolerated in any other sport. Red cards, ejections. Why is it allowed at all in tennis? That said. Serena could have been more gracious to Naomi Osaka who played better. Williams should have taken her rant off the court.
Injuries continue to rain on the NFL and its ratings. More new QB’s. Who are they? Tiger had an early storm surge, but Keegan eeked out a win over Rosie at the BMW on a blustery Monday. Finau the right Ryder Cup team pick.
Catapulting into summer from a cool wet spring. Ninety degrees today. It’s on. Curtis Strange gave great commentary of the U.S. Open at Shinnecock where the windy course vaulted many stars out of the weekend and made Phippy whippy. In the end, Koepka survived with a back-to-back trophy hoist. Strange enough. The last one to do that was Curtis.
The Affair is back. And. Another show features the Colletti Winery. If you find it, you’ll know. Jump to book-treks. Social Creature by Tara Isabella Burton. Ghosting. Literally. A psychopath with social media savvy can get away with murder. Fooling narcissistic Manhattan millennials with Facebook tagging, photoshopping. Yup. Hiding homicide never easier.
A quiet morning in New York 15 years since …
Another U.S. Open men’s final. Another NFL season starts. Never forget.
Two flawed presidential candidates. Commander-in-Chief forum on the Intrepid. Should be Trepidation. Stranger Things? That’s a crazy Netflix show. 80’s spoofy scary comedy. Okay. Better than the election.
Over in Flushing Meadows. Is there any more boring U.S. Open ever? Lame. Literally. Defaults. Walkovers. Johnny Mac is apoplectic. So are we. Pouille.
Go Garoppolo! No.
Never promised you a rose garden, Phil. Bridesmaid again. Justin Rose to the occasion, the least singed by a satanic course. Nobody in the red. Merion Golf Club won the U.S. Open.
Bloom is off MadMen6. Besides Don drinking even earlier in the day than usual, not sure where it’ll end next week. Everyone seems to be failing to navigate a thorny transition in the merged agency. Joan too easily drifts from partner to office manager role. Ted is giddy for Peggy. Where’s Roger? Miss him. Pete is all over the place. Poor Ken got Cheney-ed. Back at the MadPad, Megan is weary and wary. Sally’s cast off to Boarding School with Glen. Betty encourages her to smoke. All very confusing. Not in a good way.
Tried New Day on CNN. Cackling women and Chris Cuomo. Flip to Morning Joe. Over on FauxNews Sarah Palin is back and still sounding like Miss Utah.
Merion Golf Course wins. Champions are under siege. Diabolical greens, witchy weather, basket-sticks. Perfectly struck, well-read putts rarely hit the bottom of the cup. Two survivors limped in today under par. Phippy and an unknown duffer. Weekend equilibrium will be tested. If you care. Meanwhile, love the pace of play campaign. Step up to the ball. Take the shot. While We’re Young.
June 1981. Last U.S. Open played at Merion. Before Dr.Husband. June 1982. Guests watched Pebble Beach as I married Dr.Husband at 122 E. 76th. Fast work. Still standing.