Big thank you to Golf Course Trades for running my latest story – a retelling of many of the worst golf train wrecks at Oakmont. Oh Oakmont, our great grassy guillotine! We will see her again this June for the 125th U.S. Open. The story is here. Here is a snippet from the piece:
So the legend is actually true: You could play the U.S. Open at Oakmont with about two weeks’ notice. That’s not by the USGA’s design; that’s the club’s liking, indeed their imprimatur. They relish their reputation – the toughest of the tough, the best of the best.
Of course visiting golfers tend to tire rather quickly of that mantra once triple bpogeys start piling up like Jenga blocks. “Sadistic,” “Masochistic,” “Self-flagellation,” and “Those guys are crazy!” are common refrains heard from guests of the club, who nevertheless never EVER turn down a chance to return. Trust me, that wall feels good against your head.
And besides – you walk in the shadows of golf history with every step. ***BONUS!***
See you from both Winged Foot (for the Anderson Fourball) and Oakmont for the Open.
