The Girls Can Play

Some observations from attending the second round of the U.S. Womens Open Golf Championship today at Cherry Hills in Denver.

• I believe the average male golfer can get more out of watching the women play to help their game than watching men. Their slower tempo and lack of brute male strength show you how swinging harder is not the answer to making the ball go farther. Other than lack of familiarity with many of the women themselves, I'd rather watch a women's tournament live, than men.


• I'd give my left nut to play Cherry Hills just once. What a beautiful course and wonderful layout. I probably wouldn't break 100, but I'd love it anyway.


• Some definite hotties out there: Natalie Gulbis, Cristie Kerr, Karine Icher. Hard to tell if Gulbis came to play golf or a fashion shoot. She had on a completely matching mauve outfit and looked like she spent at least an hour on her appearance before even hitting the practice range.


• The fish don't listen. The 18th hole tees off over a lake that starts right in front of the tee box. Carrie Wood was just about set to hit her drive, the marshalls raise their hands for everyone to keep quite, when this fish flops up out of the water right in front of her. Twice. She still laced it right down the middle.


• Fairways & greens are the key to the Open. The rough is so bad that I saw no one go for a green after hitting it the rough. Stuff was just too long. Chip it out and hope to make a par putt.


• Most disappointing performace I saw was Laura Davies. Just two weeks ago she almost won the LPGA Championship. Today she was all over the course and finished her two days at +22. Most of the amateurs were better than that.


• I think the best place to watch one of these tournaments is to find a shady spot next to the green where you can sit and watch a bunch of players go through. Trying to follow one person is almost impossible since you can't get close to them around the tee box or green. You also have to deal with how they've roped off the course where you find yourself in a dead end as the course loops back around.


• I can't get over the number of teenagers in the field: Creamer, Wie, Pressel; and how well they play. You don't see that with the men.

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