The gents who run
the USGA aren't noted for their humor, unless you think foot-high hay three
steps off the fairway is a hoot. But once a year, when they meet in secret to
make up the groups for the first two rounds of the U.S.�Open, they sneak
in some sly wit as they perform their matchmaker services. The funny one this
year was the Thursday 7:11 a.m. 10th�tee group: country boys Bubba Watson
and Boo Weekley, accompanied by Nobuhiro Masuda of Japan, who was on his first
trip to the U.S. After two rounds and nearly 12 hours together, Masuda
concluded that Japan did not produce men like Bubba and Boo. His interpreter
stood beside him, nodding sympathetically.
There were times
when a translator was also needed for Bubba and Boo, who grew up in little
towns on the outskirts of Pensacola on the Florida Panhandle. When Boo said he
was "renting in a motel" for his week at Oakmont, that meant he was
staying in a convention-center Westin, with the plush beds, in downtown
Pittsburgh. When he noted that he saw "all kinds of different people"
on the streets of Pittsburgh, that meant he saw a gay couple arm in arm.
Weekley couldn't be nicer--but he makes Scott Hoch look worldly. Then there was
this Yogi-like gem from Bubba, talking about playing with Boo: "Me and him,
we're having the same pressures. He's thinking the same thing I'm
A reporter asked,
"Which is what?"
know," Bubba said. "That's what we're trying to figure out."
as a cultural and regional stereotype, Bubba's a failure. He'd rather play
video games than hunt or fish, and he doesn't chew. He has the Oliver North
buzz cut but also a pink-shafted driver with a pink, knitted head cover.
Meantime, Boo and
his caddie, Joe Pyland--from "back the house," Weekley said, meaning
they grew up together--dipped all the way through the interminable opening
rounds. Whether that nicotine drip makes the round go faster or slower is hard
to know, but young Masuda, 34 and impressionable, found it interesting. On
every tee and fairway, a little stream of brownish spittle would shoot out of
the mouths of Boo and his bagman and settle on Oakmont's lush green grass.
"I had never
seen anybody chew tobacco before," Masuda said. "It didn't bother me,
but I heard spectators say, 'That's disgusting.' "
Boo and Bubba
aren't close friends. They don't hang out together at home or on the road.
"Don't even have him in my cellphone," Boo says. They're buddies,
though, and each knows where the other comes from and the road each took to get
where he is. Last week at Oakmont was Weekley's first major championship, and
the U.S.�Open was the first time the two had played together in a Tour
event. (Thanks, group-making USGA guys!) There wasn't much chitchat between
them, and the only person Nobu talked to at all was his Japanese caddie, Yoshi
Kazv, who wore bright white pants with the word tiger stenciled in large red
letters down his left leg. (It's a Japanese entertainment company.) What Bubba
and Boo had between them was comfort.
Bubba can be a
goofball prankster in his off-course life. He described the practice rounds he
has played with Tiger Woods. "I blast it by him every time," Watson
said. "He talks about his wins. I talk about how far I hit it." But
last week Bubba was nobody's fool. Waiting for the group's Friday 12:41 tee
time, he took a page out of Tiger's book, making a study of the course
conditions by viewing the tournament telecast. On the course he keenly watched
the shots played by the golfers ahead of and behind him, and he had his caddie,
Ted Scott, forecaddie on certain holes because the rough was like a black hole
and he knew the volunteer spotters might struggle to find his tee shots, which
follow no normal pattern in height, distance or direction.
Playing in only
the second major of his career, Bubba, who has no swing coach or trainer or
sports psychologist, was a shot off the lead after 36 holes. He was still in
great position to win the championship through eight holes on Saturday, but
then he made a triple on 9, where he chipped not once, not twice but three
times. "I had two horrible lies," he said of his first two chips, one
flubbed, the other rushed and skulled. He didn't sound anything like defeated,
but the math was working against him and he wound up tying for fifth.