It`s been a busy few days, what with the usual trials of life`s rich pageant and the small matter of celebrating my 80th birthday yesterday, which was a memorable day for me and one which demonstrated yet again the good fortune I have to be blessed with family and good neighbours and friends. Not sure I feel 80 and equally not sure how you are supposed to feel at my age but the truth is that I don`t `feel` 80 - I am grimly hanging on to my adolescence and my avowed determination not to grow up.
Anyway, in between all that, I have been transfixed by the Tour de France and, since Thursday, by the Open Golf. I watched quite a bit of it today and came to the view that watching the standard of play becoming almost metronomic probably means that at the highest professional level there comes a point whereby a sport become a job - and maybe the fun goes out of it a bit.
Now I confess to having played golf at an appallingly mediocre level - I bought the gear, the balls, the clubs, I pay the green fees and after all those outgoings I think I`m entitled to hit the ball as many times as I can. I have succeeded in that philosophy and it has not only stood me in good stead over the years but has also meant that I have enjoyed playing for the love of the game.
So I could identify with the travails of David Duval - a 47-tear old American professional golfer and former world No. 1 who has won 13 PGA Tour tournaments and the Open Championship itself in 2001. Good for him but of course that`s not the bit I identify with. Rather I quietly admired the fact that in the first round of the current Open, he scored 91, including taking 14 shots at one hole. He would be forgiven for calling it a day and flying home to Florida but no, he went back out for a second round of 78, giving him a total of 169 for his two rounds - a mere 27 over par.
But what was perhaps more remarkable were his post match comments, when in answer to how he felt at his abject score, he declared, "Well, that`s the way it goes - worse things happen to people every day." He obviously plays these days for the love of the game and I hope the game loves him for it.
But what was perhaps more remarkable were his post match comments, when in answer to how he felt at his abject score, he declared, "Well, that`s the way it goes - worse things happen to people every day." He obviously plays these days for the love of the game and I hope the game loves him for it.
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