Jesse and I had the luxury of driving our cars right to the clubhouse. We parked and walked straight to the Rules Committee trailer. Hard at work in front of their laptops were several of the Rules staff. I've known Mike Davis, Senior Director of Rules & Competitions, for many years and he is just a gracious, nice person. Jesse had a chance to meet Mike as well as several other senior Rules staff. Everyone was too busy to show us around, but Mike basically gave us carte blanche to walk around the course and go wherever we liked. He was disappointed about all the rain and the wet forecast, and how the course wouldn't play quite how they wanted. He admitted that the last several Opens have been relatively dry so they were probably due. The good thing is that the long-range forecast called for just rain without lightning so hopefully suspensions of play would be kept to a minimum.
Jesse and I checked out the clubhouse which is a beautiful, old structure - much nicer and more stately than I expected. As we walked down the hallway Angel Cabrera strolled by. 'Guess we're in the right place,' I thought. We chatted with Ron Read, USGA Regional Affairs staff, who is the 1st tee announcer all four days. He was stationed outside the player check-in room. We also walked by Jim Furyk and David Duval who were checking in, too. Next we strolled into the press tent which is absolutely enormous, the size of an indoor soccer field. People were unpacking boxes and generally getting ready for the onslaught.
Out to the Course
Having visited Bethpage in 2002 for a practice round I knew the best thing to do was check out the course. The place was buzzing with workers and USGA staff, but it was otherwise eerily quiet. No spectators and only a few players. We started on the 1st tee and began trudging outside the ropes in the thick, wet rough. Since Mike Davis had pretty much given us the green light I suggested we hop out onto the fairway. We walked the first few holes right down the middle of every fairway. The most amazing thing about Bethpage Black is the conditioning given that it is a public access golf course. The place is absolutely mint. The fairways are so pure and cut so tight it looks like you can eat off them. The rough is thick and juicy even if it's not the long, laying-over kind of rough that people typically associate with a US Open.
There was a lone player teeing off #1 with his caddy when we started our walk - not anyone we recognized - and we quickly jumped ahead of him. We walked a few holes marveling at the conditions and commenting on how tough the course will play. We eventually spotted a group up ahead which looked liked a foursome of players with their caddies. 'Must be some guys playing a casual money game while they get familiar with the course,' I suggested to Jesse. They were a hole and a half away. We eventually caught up.
Hey Rocco
We caught up to the group on a green. I think it was #5, but I'm not sure. I wasn't really paying attention when Jesse said, 'Look who it is'. I scanned the group and it was none other than Rocco Mediate playing alongside Matt Bettencourt (T4 at Memorial) and a local pro who'd qualified. All three three players of course had their caddies and Rocco's girlfriend was also along for the walk. Rocco was wearing a black sleeveless vest with a red golf shirt underneath. The best part, though, was the cargo shorts he was sporting. He was talking a mile a minute to the other players, putting to different spots, explaining where certain hole locations might be. Jesse and I figured we's hang with this group for a few holes.
We walked right next to the tee on the next hole and watched them tee off. We let the players and caddies exit first and then we followed right behind. Rocco was last off the tee and as we started down the walking path basically shoulder to shoulder with him he turned and said, 'Hey guys.' I think I asked him something about the course set-up and he said, 'If I shoot four rounds of 70 I can win this thing.' He was alluding to the difficulty of the course. Then I mentioned what a great job Mike Davis has been doing setting up the Open courses since he took over. 'Mike's the best,' said Rocco. 'He just gets it right.' Then I alluded to some of the more unfortunate set-ups like Shinnecock that got away from them. Rocco was quick to defend Tom Meeks, then the set-up man for the Open. 'Oh, I liked a lot of Tom's work, too,' Rocco offered. 'They just had a few problems with the weather.'
Rocco embraces the U.S. Open. He loves it. He likes the tough conditions. Obviously Rocco is a great player, but to succeed at an Open you have to embrace the tough conditions. Like his comment about shooting four 70's. He knows it's not going to be a birdie-fest. He knows par is a great score. Rocco offered up another comments about the players who complain about the conditions: 'Too bad, it's supposed to be tough.' That's why I pick Rocco to do well again this year. He's not moanning and groaning like a lot of these pampered pros. The guys who complain might as well go home now because it'll just be a Friday night plane ride for them anyway. Rock on, Rocco!
Jesse and I walked a few more holes and then decided to walk ahead lest Rocco and company think we were getting a little stalker-ish. I wanted to snap a picture of Rocco and Jesse, but I didn't want to invade his space that much. We were having such a nice time and I didn't want to hear later that Rocco went up to Mike Davis and said, 'Who were these two clowns wearing the USGA badges following me around snapping pictures?' Not that Rocco would do that - he's pretty loose - but I figured I'd just play it cool.
That was the highlight of the day, I suppose. Later, Jesse and I walked into the merchandise tent which is absolutely massive, like a huge department store. Who did we bump into shopping with his girlfriend? Yes, it was Rocco shopping like everyone else in there right before he was scheduled to sign copies of his new book about last year's Open entitled Are You Kidding Me? Jesse and I couldn't stop laughing at the title. Pure Rocco.
We caught up with Jim Farrell, USGA New England Regional Director, a good friend of mine and a friend to all the golf associations in New England. He was in the Rules trailer working on the PowerPoint presentation that Mike Davis will deliver to all the Rules officials prior to the championship. Jim has been doing this for several years, and he typically will shoot about 1,000 photos around the golf course and then cull the most appropriate ones to highlight situations or potential Rules scenarios. And then there are all the photos of the TV towers and other structures that can come into play - in Rules-speak they are called 'TIO's', Temporary Immovable Obstructions. But that's a whole other conversation. Jim treated us to lunch in the USGA hospitality area and then Jesse and I headed to the driving range. Not much action there so we called it a day.
Monday at the Open
On Monday security was much tighter. No driving to the clubhouse this time. I didn't want to park at Jones Beach and be shuttled so I parked in a supermarket parking lot about a mile away and walked to the course. Getting onto the grounds was like getting through security aat an airport. Cameras were allowed but absolutely no cell phones. Empty your pockets and put coins and keys into the little dish as you walk through the metal detector.
I finally got in and made it to the driving range around 9:00. A few players who I'd sorta heard of were hitting balls. One was European Tour player Raphael Jacquelin. He was absolutely striping the ball. So many good players who can all hit it. Just comes down to 100 yards and in and that area from the neck up. Jesse arrived a short while later as we's agreed to meet at the range. We watched players hit balls for about an hour and then headed to the main scoreboard short distance away. There we were scheduled to meet our RIGA compadres who'd taken a very early ferry from New London and driven. Bob Ward (executiv director), Jim McKenna (dir. R&C), Rob Eaton (USGA intern) and Joe Koziarek (rules official) all arrived more or less on time. We had a few laughs and snapped a couple of pictures. Jesse and I had had a long enough walk on Sunday and weren't figuring to do another loop. I told those guys they were on their own. We walked down to the Trophy Club tent where we parted ways.
Jesse and I had some lunch and then went in search of Mike Welch and Kevin Silva, twwo Mass pros who'd qualified. They were plaaying a practice round together and we caught up with them as they came off #16 green. We had to wait for them to finish signing autographs - one woman even had Mike Welch sign a golf ball - before we could say hello. They were all smiles and obviously loving the moment. We wished them good luck for the week and then I told Jesse that I was packing it in. 'See you at the office tomorrow,' we said to each other. I trekked back to the supermarket hoping my car wasn't towed. Thankfully it wasn't and I headed down the road to the ferry thinking what a great Open it's going to be. Rain or no rain it's sure to be memorable. And I'm pulling for Rocco.