It's Not All About Winning

I wish I could say that for another bloke out there on the course. I saw Tiger on the first tee and thought I’d amble up to the adjacent stand which was packed. I shouted down ‘what are your chances, Tiger?’ However, I met an unflinching Tiger who was obviously ‘in the zone’ or had suddenly lost all means of sensory communication. Nevertheless, I thought he would at least acknowledge the four young boys who were collecting autographs just at the end of the first tee. However, I’m afraid a very definite no. He ceremoniously marched past this wee group of eager young fans with his cohort of sycophantic playing partners who thought it right to ignore the young autograph hunters too. Maybe Tiger will grow up one day and set a fine example. Life is not all about being a great golfer, my man.

In much more friendly and buoyant mood was the commentator Ken Brown whom I caught in a buggy coming out of the TV compound. He was more than willing to have a wee chat and his photo taken as was the NBC presenter Roger Maltbie, who gave me a lift back to the course after my slight detour to catch up with my old pal Pete who works with the Beeb.

Yes, it’s really all very convivial and festive like at The Open. People tucking into burgers and fish and chips (of course). Many stout and cheery bods swigging cold Stella Artois under the warm Angus sun. Even the local constabulary was in high spirits and every game. I managed to get my arm around one which makes a delightful and novel change. Just a wee joke of course! I’ve never to my knowledge been on the wrong side of the Angus constabulary.