Okay, after a lot of whining by my buddy Tiger, I've decided to cut him some slack and go watch him screw up the Open. I'll be giving him some pointers during Fridays round, so if you see him giggling on TV, that'll be me telling him a joke. I'll be the big guy in a sandy blue golf shirt with a goofy baseball hat...probably my Mets one (if they don't do anything too embarassing the night before)...look for me and let's hope that it's not raining.... golf...psshaw...perfectly good waste of a nice walk, to paraphrase that old saw a bit. Sigh..the things I do for friends...



