The United States Open Championship at Pebble Beach starts tomorrow and, to be perfectly honest, I had no idea the tournament was to be played this weekend until just a few days ago. In a normal year, that never happens, but this golf season just feels different with the continued trials and tribulations of Eldrick Woods.
Besides the Masters, Tiger has struggled mightily this year, whether it be with his confidence in his game or confidence in his injured neck. He seems completely mortal this year, unlike the Tiger of old. So much so that other golfers are actually starting to chirp Woods, saying he is no longer invincible and has chinks in his armour. The worst part is that they’re right.
Two years ago, Tiger would have filed those comments in his memory bank and bludgeoned the perpetrators by eighteen strokes on the golf course. Unfortunately, his game is not good enough to do that at this point. Maybe he turns it around this week, but I’m not holding my breath.
Ordinarily, I plan my entire weekend around the season’s four majors, but, this year, I am completely ambivalent towards tuning in or not. That never happens.
However, this is all part of a weird 24 hours for me and this blog. Last night, I received word that the family Szem has officially increased by one member. Baby Szem (from now on referred to as OSzem) finally made his appearance into the world last night after taking his sweet ass time for what seemed like an eternity.
Congratulations to Mrs. Cszem (let’s be honest, CSzem’s duties pretty much ended nine months ago and, even then, I’m sure it was a less than inspired performance)!!
I have two hopes for OSzem: that he takes after the mother in every category possible except for sports knowledge and he starts talking soon as we can groom him as a replacement host for the podcasts.
It’s very exciting as this is the first child of Talkin’ with Tewks (that we know of. There’s an excellent chance I have fathered a baseball team’s worth of kids all over North America over the past seven years).
The next weird moment is taking place right now as I write this. Currently, I am watching my new favourite soccer team, Argentina, play their second game against South Korea. I’m still not sure what exactly is going as I’m mesmerized by the hair on Maradona and the rest of the boys. In fact, I would prefer a camera on Maradona at all times; his reactions are way more exciting than the actual game.
He’s dribbling the ball every time it comes near him. Plus, he’s still looking a pimp with his coiffed hair and fitted suit. He’s the best. I really need to get my hands on a jersey ASAP.
Back to the US Open: a lot of pundits are picking a young gun to win this year’s tourney. I wholeheartedly disagree. The US Open is the most difficult test in golf. You can’t shoot a low number or be aggressive on a US Open course. You will get eaten alive.
Young golfers will not have the temperament to navigate Pebble Beach for four long, arduous rounds. In fact, the only player under 35 with a chance to win is Tiger Woods. Otherwise, look for the newest member of the fortieth birthday club, Phil Mickelson, to capture the second leg of the grand slam.
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