Backspin August 2018 | Page 4

narrominded Jake Narro, PGA professional, head golf coach at Southeastern Louisiana University and Backspin publisher The Open 4 I have many take aways from this year’s Open Championship. The oldest golf tournament in the world offi cially began in October 1860 at the Prestwick Golf Club. Willie Park, Sr., defeated Old Tom Morris by two shots to claim the title. At that time, Prestwick was a 12-hole course, and the fi eld of eight players went around three times in one day to determine the winner. Francesco Molinari won the 147th edition of the Open, and the term “Champions Golfer of the Year” is more precious than the seven fi gure prize he received. I wonder if Old Tom Morris would even recognize the tournament today. When the week began and we saw the fi rm, dry, fast conditions of Carnoustie, many so-called “experts,” including myself, predicted the modern day golfer to have a huge advantage – the 6’2” strong, athletic guy who can easily fl y his driver 300+ through the air. Think Dustin Johnson and his best friend Brooks Koepka. Due to very little rain in the UK leading up to the event, the usual thick, long and penal rough was a bit thin. The strategy for these type players would be to take driver and fl y all the land mines they call bunkers down the fairway even if it means the ball ends up in the rough. A very short approach into the greens would not be as challenging as the drought had taken the severity out of the rough. I was happy to see this strategy did not play out for most bomb and gaugers as the aerial attack on the toughest links course in the championship rotation had a few surprises left up her sleeve. Despite easily escaping some spots out from outside the fairways, the challenge then became judging just how far the ball would bounce and then roll. Even the best and strongest players could not predict what their ball was going to do when it landed on the baked out turf of Carnoustie. As the week went on, this strategy caused many of top players to miss the cut or not factor over the weekend. Carnoustie lived up to its well deserved reputation of being a great championship course as the top 10 fi nisher list was comprised of a diverse style of play. Steady, Jake straight and by modern day standards short players like Matt Kuchar, Kevin Kisner, and of course champion Molinari were a big part of the story all week. Rory McIlrory and Tony Finau represented the bombers group in the top 10. Then we had Justin Rose and Tiger Woods who fall into the category of technicians who have rock solid game plans. Oh yeah, that guy Tiger Woods was there. Whether you like Tiger or not, no one can deny what he brings to golf viewership and the overall excitement of the day. An example of this would be the call I received when he took the lead by himself as he made the turn for his fi nal nine holes. My mother-in-law calls me to say she was watching Tiger and was cheering for him to win the tournament. Just to clarify she is barely a casual sports fan, much less golf fan. She may have never watched one minute of golf, let alone hit a ball, until Amber and I were together. Now she has been forced to watch a bit of golf as when they visit us on Sunday afternoons for family day my TV is most of the time on golf. I’m sure you were excited as well. As we know, Tiger did not close out the deal as he did on a routine basis in his heyday. He actually spit the bit as a couple of poor swings and one bad decision dropped him out of the lead as quickly as he found himself there. Another staple of Tiger’s golfi ng dominance was the golfer paired with him on such occasions would wilt under the pressure of walking next to him. However, not only did Molinari out play Tiger in the fi nal round, his bogey free two-under 69 was good enough for a two-stroke victory and left no doubt who was the best player for the week. The Open Championship concludes the best three week run in televised golf. Starting with the Irish Open, then the Scottish Open, I have never been so excited to get up at 3 am so I can watch golf. (Except for maybe trout and redfi sh fi shing). By the time the Open is fi nished, my internal clock is a mess, and it takes a day or two to get back on Ponchatoula time. I can’t wait to check a box on my bucket list one day and attend an Open. Until then I’ll just set my alarm.