UPDATE! TIGER STILL HASN’T WON THE 112TH US OPEN

Wasn’t that another scintillating U.S. Open Golf Championship? Sort of like watching the cars pile up during a train wreck, eh?

Aside from the fallacy that the U.S.G.A. sets up the Championship courses to determine the “best golfer”, which I have previously addressed, congratulations to Webb Simpson. He is this week’s “Survivor”.

Now, perhaps, television producer Mark Burnett will book him for a season on “Survivor: St. Bart’s Atoll”, which I understand is a beautiful place, but is so treacherous for all incoming airplane flights to Gustaff III airport, that pilots must employ exceptional skills and patience.   Sort of like landing a golf ball at Olympic this week.

Here’s my simple point, and I am certainly an unassuming broadcaster/journalist. During all the carnage which is the essence of an U.S. Open, I kept punching through all the radio updates and live coverage.  (No, I wasn’t glued to the tube.  It wasn’t necessary.  However, it WAS necessary to engage in Father’s Day activities with the children)

Here’s what I heard during the weekend. “Tiger Woods is….”  “Tiger Woods isn’t…” Tiger Woods just shot… (himself in the ass, metaphorically speaking, which I tweeted out on Saturday. He was done.)

Yet, the reports persisted. Sunday— during the radio broadcast, concerning his warm up session, ““Tiger Woods just ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.” (I am not making this up).

 Then, he begins his round.  All are breathless, (except me, who knew he had to shoot 67 at least.) Then, this observation, “Tiger Woods will not win the U.S. Open this year.”  Well, hell, that took about 30 minutes of round 4.

As those reports were forthcoming, here’s my deal.  I am a bit old school, and proudly so, but newsrooms and broadcasters, please, when there was no story concerning T. Woods on Sunday, please remember, Elvis is still dead.

Don’t, especially radio updaters, if that’s the term, don’t waste your precious 30 seconds to talk about something as relevant as “The Jersey Shore.”

That’s all I’m saying. He already was aboard his G5 Gulfstream, halfway home to Florida, and you guys were still updating that he wouldn’t win this year. 

Again, congrats Webb. Don’t forget the sunscreen.  St. Bart’s is lovely, and you already know how to land safely.