Kevin Durant was good but not great – didn’t make a putt that mattered all Sunday. LeBron James, with lots of steps and an occasional dribble thrown in as a nod to the little people who make the rules, hit all the big shots.
I told you to watch out for Webb Simpson. Well, maybe I didn’t actually write it in this blog for anyone to actually read. But I said it. Well, maybe not actually right out loud so anybody could actually hear me. But I said it, like, to myself …
Nobody saw Webb Simpson coming … no no, wait, maybe I mean nobody saw Shane Battier coming …
It was all a blur, this particular U.S. Open Sunday. To be truthful, I liked Kurt Rambis better when he had long stringy hair and his eyes were slits behind the horn-rims …
Wait a minute, maybe that was Johnny Miller … no no, wait, was that Mitt Romney? It’s all a haze, thicker than the fog over the Olympic Course, more impenetrable even than anything Rambis ever said, then or now. I think he was easier to understand when he sounded like Tommy Chong.
Or maybe I mean Cheech Marin. Yeah, Cheech, he was in a golf movie once. Maybe he saw Webb Simpson coming.










