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Total Shambles
Brandel Chamblee
June 25, 2001
My 'instructor' is a man of few words, but he always gets the last one
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June 25, 2001

Total Shambles

My 'instructor' is a man of few words, but he always gets the last one

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I was ready for this U.S. Open. I'd been hitting it great, and on the Southern Hills range, David Leadbetter said, "If you can't win with that swing, you don't need my help—you need a shrink." Lead's comments were slightly more eloquent than those of Jack Harden, my buddy from San Antonio. He saw my swing and said, "Don't f—- with it." Officially, Jack was my instructor last week. He was next to me as I purchased extra badges, and the USGA guy said, "Would you like a badge for your instructor?" Absolutely, I said. I figured that was one less badge I'd have to pay for. Jack got a lot of mileage out of the badge. On the range on Saturday, he watched Tiger Woods warm up from about four feet away. Jack knows Butch Harmon, Tiger's coach, who invited him over. Jack's analysis of Tiger: He's pretty good. Yes, Jack has a way with words.

I came out of the locker room on Thursday morning, handed my bag to my caddie, Jim Freedman, and started walking to the range to warm up. We didn't get far. Jim says, "Brandel?" I go, "Yeah?" "You want to put your golf shoes on?" I looked down. I was still in my street shoes. Shut up, Jack.

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