TOYS AND GAMES: Worthwhile Hangovers…
Many casualties of the bar were nursing hangovers when I arrived to Cleveland on Monday.
The Cavs defeated the Warriors Sunday night to win the NBA Championship, giving title-starved Cleveland fans their first championship in any major sport since 1964 when the Cleveland Browns — now the Baltimore Ravens, defeated the Baltimore Colts, now the Indianapolis Colts, in the NFL Championship game.
I loved the Colts back then and remember being devastated watching Frank Ryan pass to Gary Collins for three touchdowns and Jim Brown running anywhere he wanted in the Browns’ 27-0 win.
While those I encountered on Monday were hurting, all deemed the celebration worth the pain.
As Dan Jenkins once wrote, “Sometimes you gotta play hurt.”
How about what happened when Dustin Johnson finished up his final round Sunday at Oakmont? If you saw it, you had to think he was getting punked.
Johnson had just busted a huge drive and prepared to hit his second shot to the 18th green — arguably the most important shot of his career. He stood over the ball ready to draw back the club when a cell phone suddenly went off.
To Johnson’s credit, he didn’t blow up somebody in the gallery. He simply stepped away from the ball, righted himself, then hit a 6-iron stiff. After running in the 3-footer for a birdie, he walked away the winner of the U.S. Open, his first major.
Finally, an old favorite when one coach asks another about a player.
Coach 1: “Can he play?”
Coach 2: “He couldn’t play dead in a western.”