The 2018 Open Championship – After
It’s been a week since The 2018 Open Championship and I must say, I look back on the event with very fond memories. This was by far my favourite event of the year so far and it will be very tough to beat. It wasn’t my favourite event because I love links golf or Francesco Molinari, It was my favourite because of the way Sunday made me feel.
There was a pretty amazing thing happening on Sunday this year at The Open. There were multiple lead changes, great golf played and no shortage of big names in the mix. Four of the world’s most polarizing players, Mcilroy, Spieth, Rose and Tiger, all had their grasps on the overall lead at some point on Sunday afternoon. With that many big names in the top 10 this event was sure to have the attention of golf fans all over the world, no matter the time zone. The final day had ups and down for many players but Tiger’s day in particular got me excited. Not only because he was a definite contender to win but because it seemed like old school Tiger, almost.
The Tiger that we used to know hit big shots in big moments and always seemed to climb the leaderboard at the right times. He was the hardest man to beat because he could literally make birdie from anywhere. He had this uncanny ability to create something out of nothing and something incredible out of just about anything. He was a guy that you could just never count out. The 2018 Open Championship had glimpses of that Tiger and it brought back old feelings and memories. Seeing the red shirt coming down the stretch within striking distance of the lead just changes the feel of an event. You tune into every shot he takes because, if history has taught us anything, greatness is just 1 swing away. I missed that.
Obviously in the end Tiger didn’t win, he didn’t even make his short birdie putt on 18 but that doesn’t define the tournament. The quality of the players on top of the leaderboard and throughout the field on Sunday is what made that tournament great. There was some great golf played over the course of the week at Carnoustie and the best player won. It was tough, it was fair, and boy oh boy was it fun to watch. Can’t wait until next year.
