There was an unusual problem for photographers at the British Open Golf Championship that concluded in markedly unsatisfactory fashion at the Ailsa course at Turnberry links in Turnberry, Scotland yesterday. "Location is everything," Golf.com reported:
It's hard to miss it.
That's a problem for photographers, however, because that stretch is among the most popular for pictures. Along with the cliffside beauty, they often capture the image of players with the Ailsa Craig and Turnberry Lighthouse—sometimes both—in the background.
"Why would I want a photo of that?" one photographer said, packing up his gear and looking for a better spot.
Fire the writers!
Speaking of the British Open—if that had been a movie script, you'd fire the writers. Fifty-nine-year-old Tom Watson, a five-time champion who led the field off and on all week, came down to the last hole with the win in hand—a win which would have made him the oldest major champion ever by eleven years. He played into the last hole well enough, but he got just enough of a bad break that he bogeyed the hole, allowing the much younger Stewart Cink, who had played under the radar all four days, to sneak into a playoff with him. The pleasantly surprised Cink then cheerfully outplayed a deflated Watson for the title—an outcome that no one, with the possible exception of Cink and his immediate family, wanted. Seldom has such a perfect story line been so capriciously sabotaged—even in sports, which is as famous for inexplicable endings as for dramatic ones.
Must have been the same story writer who had the bright idea of bringing Michael Jordan out of retirement to play for the Wizards. That's the problem with sports—no one's in charge of the script. Of course no one really wants sports events to be scripted. But as Thomas Boswell wrote about yesterday (Ted Johnson sent me this): "What kind of napping divinity allows such mischief, even in the devil's game?"