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Blasts From the Past – The Best of the U.S. Opens Gone By

SOUTHAMPTON, NY – I want to thank the great Dan Jenkins for today’s writing prompt. He published some of his favorite (and not so favorite Opens) and reminded me that it’s time for my annual U.S. Open history lesson for y’all. So here we go; class is in session. Take good notes. You never know when you’ll be quizzed. GREAT STORIES YOU...

Everyone Loves Shinnecock Hills, and You Will Too

SOUTHAMPTON, NY – My colleague and friend Mike Vaccaro, a sparkling gem of the New York Post sports writing diadem, likes to collect datelines. I remember he was especially proud of “Beijing,” but lamented publicly that it couldn’t be “Peking” instead. Mike and I met writing the dateline “Mamaroneck” in 2006 at Winged...

Golf News Net Runs My Story on the Imported Rough at Shinnecock Hills for 2018 U.S. Open

So my U.S. Open preview is up at Golf News Net. (They always male it look fantastic!) Ryan Ballengee and I will have wall-to-wall coverage of the tournament all week long, with radio, video, and 1,500 words a day. Plus I’ll have three-day coverage of the Anderson Memorial at Winged Foot. Throw in a round at National Golf Links of America, and that’s a...

Remembering Dad – A Letter from the U.S. Open

We celebrate my Dad’s life tomorrow and Thursday, but for today, I thought you all might to reminisce with me in another way. Many Sundays when covering the U.S. Open, I’d write a Father’s Day piece as a letter to Dad. Here’s my favorite… LA JOLLA, CA – [Editor’s Note: Jay wrote this piece in real time, while watching the...

In Loving Memory: Hon. John E. Flemma (1923-2018)

I shed a tear as I wrote this piece. We lost my beloved Dad this weekend. The son of Italian immigrants, as a WWII vet, he landed at Normandy, survived the bloody Battle of the Bulge, and liberated those persecuted in German concentration camps. Later, in the war-time ski patrol in Europe, he skied the Alps before he returned to America to graduate from the College...

Jay’s Plays – Ominous Seapods North Country Freakouts Vol. 1 10-15-94 (Early Show) Zeta Gamma Sigma, SUNY Potsdam

[Editor’s Note: As part of the 2018 Ominous Seapods Reunion festivities, Jay went into the vault, and with the help of South Catherine Street Jug Band archivist Nate Pelton, released three more live archival recordings from the Golden Age of the Ominous Seapods under the “North Country Freakouts” series. Today, Volume 1: 10-15-94 (Early Show) Zeta...

Golf News Net Runs my Meadow Club Piece

Ryan Ballengee and GNN did a fantastic job making my Meadow Club article look so good. Big thanks also to Sean Tully. I can’t wait to get back out there again – it was Heaven. From the article: Call it the Machu Picchu of golf. From far below, in the hippie town of Fairfax, one can look a thousand feet sheer up the cliff-side to the shallow, mountaintop...

Jay’s Plays – Ominous Seapods North Country Freakouts Vol. 2 06-17-94 Waterhole 3, Saranac Lake, NY

[Editor’s Note: As part of the 2018 Ominous Seapods Reunion festivities, Jay went into the vault, and with the help of South Catherine Street Jug Band archivist Nate Pelton, released three more live archival recordings from the Golden Age of the Ominous Seapods under the “North Country Freakouts” series. Today, Volume 2: 06-17-94 Waterhole 3...

Jay’s Plays NFL Picks – Super Bowl LII Edition

All year long for this? PATRIOTS-eagles?? Most of the country is shaking their head over this stinker of a Super Bowl. This one is like voting for President – you hold your nose, pull the lever, and hope for the best. If Ernesto had hands, he’d throw them up in frustration. As it is, he’s sticking his tongue out and hissing, partly because of the...

Alister Mackenzie Still Shines Brightly at NoCal’s Meadow Club

FAIRFAX, CA – Call it the Machu Picchu of golf. From far below, in the hippie town of Fairfax, one can look a thousand feet sheer up the cliff-side to the shallow, mountaintop bowl where the verdant fairways of Alister Mackenzie and Robert Hunter’s Meadow Club lie, serenely etched between fescue-clad rocky slopes. Indeed, the first time I saw Meadow Club...