Northern Ireland Here I Come

I'm headed to Northern Ireland. Hopefully, sooner than later.

After watching Graeme McDowell win his first major, it makes me want to go to his homeland and see what it's like. He was so impressive the way he handled himself in one of the toughest set ups in all of golf. I knew early he was the guy to beat.

Unflappable, he rarely missed a fairway on this day. While Dustin Johnson was shooting himself out of the US Open early, McDowell continued to hit fairways and leave himself in the right spots to win a major. Phil was being Phil with those common errant shots, bad decisions, and just being the Phil we've all grown to love. No wonder he hasn't won a US Open yet. Tiger isn't in form, which kind of breaks my heart. Ernie Els is getting closer but still seems a bit tentative in his game. But this day belonged to Graeme, short in stature but obviously carries a big heart, and savvy smarts to go with it. In all his interviews he just seems to say all the right things. Just think how much fun he would be in one of those pubs in Northern Ireland. Maybe he'll give me a blow by blow of his stellar round at Pebble Beach.

I can't wait.