No place Id rather be


ST. ANDREWS, Scotland – Staying about a 4-iron from the 18th green this week, I thought I'd walk over to the Old Course early this morning to see what the first tee looked and felt like for an Open Championship.

It was really cool.

More people than I thought, about 1,000 or so, listened to Ivor Robson's voice crackle the name of '99 Open champion Paul Lawrie, the last Scot to win an Open, who then hit the first tee shot of the championship.

It was a little early to play a round of golf (6:30 a.m.) but when it's the Open Championship, playing a round at any time is a good thing.

So many things make the Open Championship my favorite major to watch on TV. Lying around in your boxers being tops on the list. But as much fun as it would be to lay on my couch eating Cocoa Krispies while watching the world's best players, being here at St. Andrews, watching in person, is unreal. Hope everyone here realizes how lucky we are.

The golf course speaks for itself. The history is unrivaled. But it's the town of St. Andrews that makes an Open here so great. Walk around at night you see players, caddies and fans from all over the world enjoying the restaurants, shops and pubs. There's nothing like it at any of the other courses or cities in the Open rotation. And there's definately nothing like it back home in the U.S.

Traveling as often as we do, it's always great to go home. But there's no place on earth you'd rather be this week than the home of golf.