Diary: Weathering a storm -- and Cambridge sausage
It didn't take PGATOUR.com Coordinating Producer Mark Spoor long to discover that you don't go to Scotland without an umbrella. Nor do you go there expecting to find your favorite foods prepared the way you like them.
By Mark Spoor, PGATOUR.com Coordinating Producer
CARNOUSTIE, Scotland -- Growing up in the northeast as I did, you become quite familiar with the phrase, "if you don't like the weather, wait a few minutes." The phrase would usually be followed by some fake chuckles since everyone around you when you said it knew that you were drowning in a sea of hyperbole.
That is, of course, unless you happen to be standing in Carnoustie, Scotland.
When I woke up Monday morning, it was raining so hard that it was nearly coming down sideways. It was cold and raw and not at all the type of day Americans expect to see in the middle of July. So I pulled out the rain gear and went to work. The first stop I made once I got to the golf course was to the souvenir tent to grab an umbrella.
Yes, I am exactly the type of idiot that goes to Scotland for 10 days and doesn't pack an umbrella -- in case you were wondering. What, like the 150 pounds of stuff I did pack wasn't enough?
Anyhow, after shelling out nearly $70 U.S. for an Open Championship umbrella, I leave the souvenir tent to find -- you guessed it -- sunshine and temps that felt like the high 60s or low 70s.
I haven't quite figured out the whole Celsius to Fahrenheit ratio yet, so trust me, OK?
I'm also checking off several new foods off my list already this week. Monday's accomplishment: Cambridge sausage. It's simply links sausage in some sort of brown sauce that looks like chicken broth that had been left out too long -- which for chicken broth I guess is roughly 948 years.
Truthfully, it wasn't bad.
And while we're talking about food, here's a tip: No matter how hungry you are and how far out in the middle of nowhere you are, ordering pizza from a curry restaurant is never a good idea. Let's just leave it at that.
Massive Internet connection problems plagued the media center Monday, also, (Oh yeah, my job), making the crew back in Atlanta and Ponte Vedra exceedingly happy ("Could you post this story for me, please? I know that it's usually my job and you already have a million things to do, but my computer doesn't work.").
Anyhow, thanks to the crews back in Atlanta and Ponte Vedra. You really saved our bacon -- or maybe Cambridge sausage.
Talk to you tomorrow.