The Big Delay

By Brendan Havens, Big Break ProducerMay 17, 2011, 2:30 am

What you saw in the premiere was not a fabricated incident; a solely made-for-TV moment designed for your entertainment, and only your entertainment in mind.  No, no.  Unlike most of the other “reality” TV we’re all inundated with these days, we present the actual “reality” of what happens during the filming of the series.  So yes, Kent really was “defacto-booted” from that flight.  It was only pure luck and/or excellent snap-decision making that made his late arrival what it turned out to be.  It also was a perfect summation to what had already become a very trying lead-in to the first shoot date of Big Break Indian Wells

The filming of this series took place from January 3rd - 16th, with “essential crew” (Production Management, Producers, Directors, etc.) arriving on site just a couple of days after Christmas.  This window of production time would prove to be…um…difficult.  To say that shooting a television series over the holidays is not ideal, is like the Black Night in Monty Python and the Holy Grail saying “it’s just a flesh wound” after having both arms cut off.  It’s a wicked understatement. 

I spent the holidays with my family, as I usually do, up in Maryland.  With my flight out to Indian Wells booked for 7am, the morning of the 28th of December (out of Orlando), the plan was to stay up north thru Christmas Day and fly back to Orlando that evening, leaving a full 2 days to tie up all loose ends before shipping off for the 3-week shoot.  Easy, right?  Well, as you can expect, things didn’t go as planned.  I somehow managed to have three flights cancelled in the span of 24 hours leaving me stranded in Maryland for another two days.  With the weather continually deteriorating, I would be lucky to get out on the 27th.  Now, 99.9% of the time I would welcome these unexpected extra days with the fam.  However, a 7am flight scheduled to leave Orlando on the 28th was looming and there is just simply a ton o’ stuff to accomplish before uprooting yourself for the better part of a month.  There’s enough stress during the holidays.  This was one kind I had no interest in taking on. 

Luckily, the flight I was eventually booked on after the three cancellations was able to get out of Maryland on the 27th.  I got back home late that afternoon, took stock of the situation and did what was necessary; changed the flight from 7am to 7pm for the next day.  Getting two days of stuff done in a couple hours just wasn’t going to happen.  So, all things considered, I really didn’t end up too bad.  I made it to Indian Wells.  Delayed slightly, but still made it on the target date.  Of course, I’d like to say that my ordeal was the only travel snag that our Production Management staff would have to deal with.  That would surely not be the case. 

Multiple members of the production team hit some minor travel snags on the way (delayed flights coming from the Northeast, missed connections, etc.), but none of great consequence.  One of the more extended delays was experienced by our Managing Director, Paul Schlegel.  He was stranded in snow-swamped Syracuse, New York for five days…with his in-laws.  Without access to wireless internet (apparently the in-laws didn’t have it), he spent each day at the library so he could field emails as the pre-shoot preparations commenced in California.  I couldn’t help but laugh when I called him upon my on-site arrival, only to get an immediate email stating, “Can’t talk now.  In a library.  Call you later.” 

Even Robbie (aka: “Shank”) experienced some travel problems himself as can be seen in a GolfChannel.com exclusive.  Due to an “equipment problem”, “Shank” got delayed over two hours leaving South Carolina, which left him sprinting to the gate to make his connection to Palm Springs, only to find out that his connecting flight was also delayed because of another “equipment problem”.  The plane needed to be switched out with another (smaller) plane in order to get the majority of people out of Phoenix and into Palm Springs.  This was the flight that Kent was supposed to be on. 

When we got word that Kent didn’t make the flight, we had to figure out in a matter of minutes a new plan for how Show 1 would begin.  The original plan was to have two groups of guys arrive at the airport, get their number to the safe, get to Indian Wells, then have John arrive last with the final number to the combination.  With Kent now having to arrive by himself, we needed to adjust the day’s production schedule to not only accommodate his now late, lone arrival, but figure out how this would fit into the whole “safe opening” section of the arrivals.  So, there were two options.  He could be re-booked on a flight which wouldn’t get in until later that evening, or we could rent a car service to drive him from Phoenix to Indian Wells which would get him in just about the same time.  So we made our decision.  As you saw in tonight’s episode, we got him a car service and he was escorted to Indian Wells (along with our PR guy Jeremy Friedman, who was also “defacto-booted” from the flight).  So, why did we decide on that?  Story and entertainment value.  If we put Kent on a plane, we now lose an ongoing thread (that we can document for TV) for the eventual conclusion to the “what’s in the safe” story.  Of course, we got lucky that Kent was one of the guys we sent a FlipCam to before the shoot.  We got lucky that Jeremy is such a good sport and agreed without hesitation to shoot pieces of the 4-hour drive with Kent.  Heck, we got lucky that having John arrive without a number to the safe combination made the arrivals section that much more interesting. 

Ok, so maybe in a way we did fabricate this made-for-TV moment just for the sole reason of entertainment.  But that’s what really happened.  And honestly, with all the travel tribulations a number of us had to endure just to make it to the shoot, I feel like this “story” represented the true “reality” of what this lead-in to Big Break Indian Wells was truly all about.  Holiday travel sucks.

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Molinari retirement plan: coffee, books and Twitter

By Will GrayJuly 22, 2018, 9:35 pm

After breaking through for his first career major, Francesco Molinari now has a five-year exemption on the PGA Tour, a 10-year exemption in Europe and has solidified his standing as one of the best players in the world.

But not too long ago, the 35-year-old Italian was apparently thinking about life after golf.

Shortly after Molinari rolled in a final birdie putt to close out a two-shot victory at The Open, fellow Tour player Wesley Bryan tweeted a picture of a note that he wrote after the two played together during the third round of the WGC-HSBC Champions in China in October. In it, Bryan shared Molinari's plans to retire as early as 2020 to hang out at cafes and "become a Twitter troll":

Molinari is active on the social media platform, with more than 5,600 tweets sent out to nearly 150,000 followers since joining in 2010. But after lifting the claret jug at Carnoustie, it appears one of the few downsides of Molinari's victory is that the golf world won't get to see the veteran turn into a caffeinated, well-read troll anytime soon.

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Molinari had previously avoided Carnoustie on purpose

By Rex HoggardJuly 22, 2018, 9:17 pm

CARNOUSTIE, Scotland – Sometimes a course just fits a player’s eye. They can’t really describe why, but more often than not it leads to solid finishes.

Francesco Molinari’s relationship with Carnoustie isn’t like that.

The Italian played his first major at Carnoustie, widely considered the toughest of all The Open venues, in 2007, and his first impression hasn’t really changed.

“There was nothing comforting about it,” he said on Sunday following a final-round 69 that lifted him to a two-stroke victory.


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In fact, following that first exposure to the Angus coast brute, Molinari has tried to avoid Carnoustie, largely skipping the Dunhill Links Championship, one of the European Tour’s marquee events, throughout his career.

“To be completely honest, it's one of the reasons why I didn't play the Dunhill Links in the last few years, because I got beaten up around here a few times in the past,” he said. “I didn't particularly enjoy that feeling. It's a really tough course. You can try and play smart golf, but some shots, you just have to hit it straight. There's no way around it. You can't really hide.”

Molinari’s relative dislike for the layout makes his performance this week even more impressive considering he played his last 37 holes bogey-free.

“To play the weekend bogey-free, it's unthinkable, to be honest. So very proud of today,” he said.

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Rose: T-2 finish renewed my love of The Open

By Jay CoffinJuly 22, 2018, 9:00 pm

CARNOUSTIE, Scotland – Justin Rose made the cut on the number at The Open and was out for an early Saturday morning stroll at Carnoustie when, all of a sudden, he started putting together one great shot after another.

There was no pressure. No one had expected anything from someone so far off the lead. Yet Rose shot 30 on the final nine holes to turn in 7-under 64, the lowest round of the championship. By day’s end he was five shots behind a trio of leaders that included Jordan Spieth.

Rose followed the 64 with a Sunday 69 to tie for second place, two shots behind winner Francesco Molinari. His 133 total over the weekend was the lowest by a shot, and for a moment he thought he had a chance to hoist the claret jug, until Molinari put on a ball-striking clinic down the stretch with birdies on 14 and 18.


Full-field scores from the 147th Open Championship

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“I just think having made the cut number, it’s a great effort to be relevant on the leaderboard on Sunday,” said Rose, who collected his third-career runner-up in a major. He’s also finished 12th or better in all three majors this year.

In the final round, Rose was well off the pace until his second shot on the par-5 14th hole hit the pin. He had a tap-in eagle to move to 5 under. Birdie at the last moved him to 6 under and made him the clubhouse leader for a few moments.

“It just proves to me that I can play well in this tournament, that I can win The Open,” Rose said. “When I’m in the hunt, I enjoy it. I play my best golf. I don’t back away.

“That was a real positive for me, and it renewed the love of The Open for me.”

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Woods does everything but win at The Open

By Ryan LavnerJuly 22, 2018, 8:57 pm

CARNOUSTIE, Scotland – For a proud man who spent the majority of his prime scoffing at silver linings and moral victories, Tiger Woods needed little cajoling to look at the bright side Sunday at Carnoustie.

Sure, after a round in which he took the solo lead at The Open with nine holes to go, the first words out of Woods’ mouth were that he was “a little ticked off at myself” for squandering an opportunity to capture his 15th major title, and his first in more than a decade. And that immediate reaction was justified: In the stiffest winds of the week, he played his last eight holes in 2 over, missed low on a 6-footer on the final green and wound up in a tie for sixth, three shots behind his playing partner, Francesco Molinari.

“Today was a day,” Woods said, “that I had a great opportunity.”

But here’s where we take a deep breath.

Tiger Woods led the freakin’ Open Championship with eight holes to play.

Imagine typing those words three months ago. Six months ago. Nine months ago. Twelve months ago.

The scenario was improbable.

Inconceivable.

Impossible.

At this time last year, Woods was only a few months removed from a Hail Mary fusion surgery; from a humiliating DUI arrest in which he was found slumped behind the wheel of his car, with five drugs in his system; from a month-long stay in a rehab clinic to manage his sleep medications.

Just last fall, he’d admitted that he didn’t know what the future held. Playing a major, let alone contending in one, seemed like a reasonable goal.

This year he’s showed signs of softening, of being kinder and gentler. He appeared more eager to engage with his peers. More appreciative of battling the game’s young stars inside the ropes. More likely to express his vulnerabilities. Now 42, he finally seemed at peace with accepting his role as an elder statesman.

One major, any major, would be the most meaningful title of his career, and he suggested this week that his best chance would come in an Open, where oldies-but-goodies Tom Watson (age 59) and Greg Norman (53) have nearly stolen the claret jug over the past decade.


Full-field scores from the 147th Open Championship

Full coverage of the 147th Open Championship


But success at this Open, on the toughest links in the rota?

“Just need to play some cleaner golf, and who knows?” he shrugged.

Many analysts howled at Woods’ ultra-conservative strategy across the early rounds here at big, brawny and brutish Carnoustie. He led the field in driving accuracy but routinely left himself 200-plus yards for his approach shots, relying heavily on some vintage iron play. Even par through 36 holes, he stepped on the gas Saturday, during the most benign day for scoring, carding a 66 to get within striking distance of the leaders.

Donning his traditional blood-red shirt Sunday, Woods needed only six holes to erase his five-shot deficit. Hearing the roars, watching WOODS rise on the yellow leaderboards, it was as though we’d been transported to the mid-2000s, to a time when he’d play solidly, not spectacularly, and watch as his lesser opponents crumbled. On the same ancient links that Ben Hogan took his lone Open title, in 1953, four years after having his legs crushed in a head-on crash with a Greyhound bus, Woods seemed on the verge of scripting his own incredible comeback.

Because Jordan Spieth was tumbling down the board, the beginning of a birdie-less 76.

Rory McIlroy was bogeying two of his first five holes.

Xander Schauffele was hacking his way through fescue.

Once Woods hit one of the shots of the championship on 10 – hoisting a 151-yard pitching wedge out of a fairway bunker, over a steep lip, over a burn, to 20 feet – the outcome seemed preordained.

“For a while,” McIlroy conceded, “I thought Tiger was going to win.”

So did Woods. “It didn’t feel any different to be next to the lead and knowing what I needed to do,” he said. “I’ve done it so many different ways. It didn’t feel any different.”

But perhaps it’s no coincidence that once Woods took the lead for the first time, he frittered it away almost immediately. That’s what happened Saturday, when he shared the lead on the back nine and promptly made bogey. On Sunday, he drove into thick fescue on 11, then rocketed his second shot into the crowd, the ball ricocheting off a fan’s shoulder, and then another’s iPhone, and settling in more hay. He was too cute with his flop shot, leaving it short of the green, and then missed an 8-footer for bogey. He followed it up on 12 with another misadventure in the rough, leading to a momentum-killing bogey. He’d never again pull closer than two shots.

“It will be interesting to see going forward, because this was his first taste of major championship drama for quite a while,” McIlroy said. “Even though he’s won 14, you have to learn how to get back.”

Over the daunting closing stretch, Woods watched helplessly as Molinari, as reliable as the tide coming in off the North Sea, plodded his way to victory. With Woods’ hopes for a playoff already slim, Molinari feathered a wedge to 5 feet on the closing hole. Woods marched grim-faced to the bridge, never turning around to acknowledge his playing partner’s finishing blow. He waved his black cap and raised his mallet-style putter to a roaring crowd – knowledgeable fans who were appreciative not just of Woods making his first Open start since 2015, but actually coming close to winning the damn thing.

“Oh, it was a blast,” Woods would say afterward. “I need to try to keep it in perspective, because at the beginning of the year, if they’d have said you’re playing The Open Championship, I would have said I’d be very lucky to do that.”

Last weekend, Woods sat in a box at Wimbledon to watch Serena Williams contend for a 24th major title. Williams is one of the few athletes on the planet with whom Woods can relate – an aging, larger-than-life superstar who is fiercely competitive and adept at overcoming adversity. Woods is 15 months removed from a fourth back surgery on an already brittle body; Williams nearly secured the most prestigious championship in tennis less than a year after suffering serious complications during childbirth.

“She’ll probably call me and talk to me about it because you’ve got to put things in perspective,” Woods said. “I know that it’s going to sting for a little bit here, but given where I was to where I’m at now, I’m blessed.”

But Woods didn’t need to wait for that phone call to find some solace. Waiting for him afterward were his two kids, Sam, 11, and Charlie, 9, both of whom were either too young or not yet born when Tiger last won a major in 2008, when he was at the peak of his powers.

Choking up, Woods said, “I told them I tried, and I said, 'Hopefully you’re proud of your Pops for trying as hard as I did.' It’s pretty emotional, because they gave me some pretty significant hugs there and squeezed. I know that they know how much this championship means to me, and how much it feels good to be back playing again.

“To me, it’s just so special to have them aware, because I’ve won a lot of golf tournaments in my career, but they don’t remember any of them. The only thing they’ve seen is my struggles and the pain I was going through. Now they just want to go play soccer with me. It’s such a great feeling.”

His media obligations done, Woods climbed up the elevated walkway, on his way to the back entrance of the Carnoustie Golf Hotel & Spa. He was surrounded by his usual entourage, but also two young, cute members of his clan.

Sam adhered to the strict Sunday dress code, wearing a black tank top and red shorts. But Charlie’s attire may have been even more appropriate. On the day his dad nearly authored the greatest sports story ever, he chose a red Nike T-shirt with a bold message emblazoned on the front, in big, block letters:

LOVE THE HATERS.

After this riveting performance, after Tiger Woods nearly won The Open, are there really any left?