Certainly watching the Open is as much fun as you can have with your troozahs on. (And even that, as one couple proved, is not compulsory.) Children under 16 are admitted free, and many spent the bulk of the four days bargaining with Tiger Woods's security detail for the great man's autograph. "What if I told Tiger he was cool?" one eight-year-old asked a bodyguard, who replied, through wraparound shades, "I think he already knows he's cool." Touch�.
But the memory that will endure longest from last week—the one that has legs, as it were—involves Poulter's pants, and Troon's upset members, who may want to heed the Glasgow-born comedian Billy Connolly.
"Before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes," he advises. "After that, who cares? He's a mile away. And you've got his shoes."