Ahh, the British Open. My 3rd favorite golf tournament. It's always fun to watch these guys play a different style of golf, especially when you throw in the crazy weather over there. I didn't get to see much of the first 3 rounds, but did watch the majority of the Sunday action. And on the front nine, there was a LOT of action.
Mickelson made quite a run, getting to 6 under par at one point. That was the point that I and many other golf fans said to ourselves, "well, now he'll probably make nothing but bogeys and miss a bunch of makeable putts the rest of the way." Which, of course, is exactly what he did.
Dustin Johnson had a chance, but after shanking a basic iron shot out of bounds when he was merely trying to lay up, his chances dwindled.
So that left Clarke. The other players all sort of faded away and after it looked on the front nine like we would have a heck of a battle, the last four holes featured a comfortable, drama-free stroll for the winner, allowing the announcers to get us all up to speed on why exactly we should like Darren Clarke.
And for the record, he is indeed likeable. Seems like a great guy, and I have to say, his winner's speech was really, really good. Something about it struck me as very humble. His wife died a few years ago and he's now engaged, and rather than have a big "look at all I've gone through" moment, he was able to mention it without seeming like he needed the attention. Here's the speech.
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