Vijay Singh is trying to kill me.

In case you hadn't heard, there's this little golf tournament going on in Tulsa.


Whee! My second major! That's just exciting. Now all I've got to do is get to Augusta and the British Open - *both* of which I would actually have a place to crash during. Sweet. We actually got out to the Wednesday practice round this year (my dad came down for the festivities), as I wanted to a) get some pictures and b) scout out some interesting places to be on Sunday.

I think what's going to happen is that my dad's going to end up camping out semi-near the green on 18, where there's a great stand of trees that will provide shade just about all day long (it's DAMN hot). You can watch approach shots/putts on both 9 and 18 from there as well as get a clear view of the leaderboard. And right near there, 10-12 make a big loop, so from time to time I suspect I'll wander that loop when somebody I want to see has just made the turn. Tiger, Phil, Vijay, Sergio, etc. It's a plan. There's also a sweet little spot up near the 18th green where I'll probably spend some time - I've been watching the last couple of days on TV and noticed that 95% of the time, there were very few people there. Probably because it's in the direct, blazing sun. But I was there for maybe an hour during Wednesday's practice round, and aside from being right next to the green, it's got a *great* view of the approach shot on 18. It's also where Vijay tried to drop a ball on my head on Wednesday afternoon!


Vijay's ball. Nothing like the good old duck and cover! What sucked about it was that since it was a practice round and would have been a particularly hellacious chip from there, he didn't even play that ball from there. His caddy just came over and picked it up while he diddled around on the green. I wanted some sweet close-up action shots! Stupid practice round.

It's been a great week chez Todd. Even if it is a million bajillion bobillion degrees outside. And there was a scorpion upstairs in my tub the other night. And somebody decided they wanted to break the computer at work and make me come in twice during my "vacation" to fix it. But hey! Dad's in town, so is the PGA tour, I just got a new car, I just met a groovy gal, the NFL is back on the tube, I've got a belly full of pork chops, broccoli, and baked potato... who am I to complain?