I shot exactly the same round as my pre-US Open prediction Brad Faxon did today, the 471st consecutive round of zero I’ve posted in major tournament competition. Who’s this Tiger guy, anyway?

Speaking of Tiger, if he “shoots a 65 or 66” and wins this thing, as NBC’s Johnny Miller predicts as a possibility tomorrow, I’ll eat Johnny Miller’s hat. That is if I can pry it off of his head from between Tiger’s thighs. You know the scene at the end of “Caddyshack” where Judge Smails snakes in the putt on 18 and proceeds to slobber all over his putter, Billy Baroo? That’s what I picture Johnny Miller as if he got 5 minutes alone in a locker room with Tiger.

As for the rest of the Open, I will never again complain when a fast green causes a putt to slide a mere 6 feet past. Okay, I’ll complain, but those greens at Shinnecock border on silly. Not so much the fact that you have about 5 square feet of space to land on and hold most of the greens, but the putts that were lipping out and rolling 3, 4, 12 feet past.

As for a prediction (read: kiss of death), I really don’t have a problem with any of the top 6 or so winning, but is it asking too much to get a repeat of the back 9 at Augusta? Only I hope the players decide it, more than the course.

Oh, you wanted a name? Well, it would be beyond cool to see Fred Funk win it. He seems to have a great personality on the course, and though he’s scrambled on a number of holes, why the hell not?

Though I really like saying “Shigeki”.

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New trivia question on the horizon:

Who holds the Major League record for most RBI after the age of 45?

Like I even have to tell you the answer. (Though a good hint is he’s currently hitting .290ish with 5 HR and 25 RBI, and just took the Indians deep tonight.) That made up pretty good for a Saturday night at home, with no work in the morning.

Bud Light, you’re my only friend.