Seeing Tom Watson on the grounds of Birkdale reminds me of one of the reasons I fell in love with this championship in the first place. I was a student at Cal Berkeley's journalism school several moons ago, and my professor, Neil Henry, had me read a golf story by Frank Deford. At that moment in time, golf was way down the list of my favorite sports. I was a meat-and-potatoes sort of sports fan. Football, baseball, basketball. Rinse and repeat.
So Henry hands me a copy of Deford's piece and it's all about Tom Watson and Jack Nicklaus and their duel at Turnberry in 1977. Unreal golf writing about an unreal championship. To some, the Open Championship is an acquired taste, but to me, it is the essence of the game. Read Deford's piece and you'll understand why. Oh, and Watson, who won five claret jugs, shot 74 in the mist and rain and wind today. The guy's still got it.