Saturday – A dirty little secret – the headset they give us to hear the satellite radio broadcast of the PGA is more live than the TV feed. So I learn, long before others, of Jonas Blixt hitting his tee shot at 18 into the back pants pocket of a spectator. He then got a free drop (no kidding) and hit the approach to two feet and birdied, eventually finishing fourth.
More unusual – sitting in the press room as Furyk, the 54-hole leader, goes through his news conference motions, and a beautiful, poised woman sits next to me. It’s Tabitha Furyk, Jim’s wife. I’m on my best behavior at that moment, that’s for sure.
Sunday – And the last day belongs to the coolest, calmest customer in Pittsford. Jason Dufner plays 16 perfect holes and can afford a couple of bogeys at the end, beating Furyk by two. True class was seeing Keegan Bradley, who beat Dufner in the 2011 PGA in a playoff, staying around to give Jason a hug as he exited the green after clinching the Wanamaker Trophy.
Just as classy was giving all the media stiffs some complementary champagne at the end. I took a plastic cup (no glasses, sadly) and silently toasted Oak Hill, the people of Rochester, everyone at the PGA, for making this a week to remember and cherish.