I was delighted to see Darren Clarke win the Open Championship yesterday. He’s a great player and a fine man. For a golfer from Northern Ireland, the Open is the greatest victory one can have.
I’m starting to think that I want to move to or at least visit Northern Ireland. There are really only a few people I know of from there, but they are all very nice and very funny.
David Feherty, the former Ryder Cup player and current golf commentator is the funniest man in sports broadcasting and maybe on all of TV.
Graeme McDowell, the 2010 U.S. Open Champion, is as funny and charming as well as being a threat to win any tournament he plays in.
Rory McIlroy, until this week the newest sensation in golf, seems like a delightful young man who will, as he ages, be able to keep up with the wit of his golfing countrymen.
And now we have Clarke, who went head to head with Tiger Woods years ago to defeat him in the Match Play, and who charms as well as he hits a golf ball.
Thanks to the Northern Irish, who remind me that the game of golf is exactly that – a game.
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