BLOOMFIELD TOWNSHIP, Mich. ' Grumpy, players went to bed at Oakland Hills on Friday. Shockingly, they woke up at Bermuda Dunes, with Marksang and Jacobsen and Romero and Villegas going bananas.
A climb up Everest in sneakers had suddenly become a lazy river ride at the Ritz Carlton.
Whether that was part of the plan all along, or a response to the chorus of complaints, we dont really know. Either way, players tossed buckets of birdies at the Monster. And then for good measure Mother Nature piled on, too, turning the beast into a softy.
And those whod been longing for the kind of excitement we saw in 2000 at Valhalla got their wish during the network rain delay. Like a fantasy, Tiger was playing and 17 under was leading.
In reality, by dinnertime Saturday this PGA Championship had left us little to digest. And the two cold slices of bad pizza I inhaled had no chance of landing gently. This reporter lingered near the clubhouse chatting with players and caddies waiting for word from the PGA of America. When it came, so did the zingers from some guys who are scratch in the quote department.
That should be fun, said this weeks media MVP Paul Goydos. 36 holes at Oakland Hills.
Ill need therapy when its all over, said Steve Flesch.
On the plus side Sunday now becomes a full day for lovers of the game. Youll get meaningful golf in the morning like a British Open, with updates on Live From Early Edition on Golf Channel at 8 a.m. and then live golf on TNT at 11 a.m.
Then comes the final round in the afternoon. If you buy the idea that six over or better is in the chase, then 41 guys go to Sunday within seven shots of J.B. Holmes lead. Thats highly unusual, to say the least.
At the moment it seems a long ways off, but the guess is that late Sunday the excitement of this last chance quest for a major will drown out the frustration of three uneven and mostly unsatisfying days.
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