So, the British Open (or, Open Championship) is over for another year.
I spent some time in college in St. Andrews, Scotland, and it was so bittersweet to see the Open this weekend. Ah, the memories!
I want to go back! I want to be there again!
Oh, well…that’s what vacation is for, I guess, but still…
Louis Oosthuizen of South Africa really put on a clinic there today, destroying the field, including his playing partner Paul Casey. He made a most difficult game on that most ancient of courses seem, literally, like a stroll in the park…a walk on the beach. He looked like me when I used to wander the streets of St. Andrews with a piece of mint shortbread and a soda…moseying…enjoying the clouds, the wind, and the impending rain.
He just took his time. One step at a time. One shot at a time.
And next year, in Sandwich, Kent, England, at Royal St. George’s Mr. Oosthuizen will be introduced as the defending Open champion. What a feeling. And to know that he did it at the home of golf…well…
There are moments and there are moments, folks. I enjoyed studying in St. Andrews and really tried to take it in. I know Louis Oosthuizen enjoyed winning at St. Andrews.
I hope he took it all in.