So, as mentioned, last week followed the costumed and robot chaos of Megacon with ICFA (an academic/writer's conference focused on fantasy/science fiction), the Arnold Palmer Invitational at Bay Hill (golf), and the almost complete collapse of my ability to use Twitter on any of my remote devices (almost entirely the fault of Apple, but we'll get there.) Also, a Tor.com post about Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and some tornadoes!

Which is all just a touch too much for one post, so, first, lessons learned from Arnold Palmer:

1. Tiger Woods may or may not be back. But his crowds? Definitely back. I quote from my Twitter

"A whole mass of people are trailing behind Woods, like a large pack of brightly colored cockroaches."

2. Being right on the edge of the hole when Woods' crowds arrive, and by "right on the edge" I mean "right behind a rope, which is not technically an edge, but edge sounds better here, and I'm losing this sentence, I see, so let me get back to it," is a moderately terrifying experience, and by moderately terrifying, I mean that even with brakes on it will feel as if the masses of people behind you will push you right into Tiger Woods.

3. Your fears that people will push you into Tiger Woods will be easily overcome by fears that a Reuters photographer is about to fall on you.

4. This will in turn lead to something distinctly different about the 2013 tournament – actual, loud, noise on the 7th hole (and to a lesser degree on hole 10 and holes 1 and 9.) Noise distracting enough to cause caddies to frown and call for noise reduction which will end up being completely ignored.

We honestly wondered what might end up happening with that – the noise came from a corporate group who had rented a large air conditioned tent with a balcony and bleachers and also apparently provided a lot of wine. (I am guessing on the wine, but almost everybody on their balcony had a crystal glass in hand and the noise level suggested a certain relaxation level.) On the one hand, golf is meant to be quiet for a reason – a missed stroke can cost someone thousands to tens of thousands of dollars. On the other hand, this was obviously a corporate sponsor. Hmm. I've no doubt something was said, especially since this was hole 7, but whether anything was done is another question.

5. The habit of pretending that you are really at the coffee shop to work, work, work and certainly not to people watch or socialize or anything has indeed spread to the porches, patios and balconies of people with large, elegant homes right on the golf course ostentatiously "working," while constantly raising their glasses.

6. Thanks to modern technology, even the fierce rules of the PGA Tour (NO CAMERAS NO CAMERAS NO CAMERAS ABSOLUTELY NO IPADS UNLESS YOU ARE AN ACCREDITED MEMBER OF THE PRESS AND EVEN THEN WE ARE NOT HAPPY AND YOU MAY NOT, and by not, we mean, ON PAIN OF EXECUTION AND LOSING ALL ACCESS TO THE INTERNET FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER, TWEET RESULTS WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?) cannot prevent people from ALSO following March Madness even as they happily trail behind Tiger.

7. You will go ahead and tweet what's happening anyway, just without golf scores, Just To Be Contrary. (I did feel like pointing out that a grand total of one person on my twitter feed might be interested in golf scores and that one person would be considerably more likely to check, say, CBS, and not me, but I felt this might end up causing more of an argument than was warranted.)

8. Golf is a lot more fun when you have a lot of wind, and by a lot more fun, I mean balls go into trees and into paths and bounce round and round and round.

9. You will not be at all surprised to find that the able bodied man attempting to burst into the disabled porta-potty is the exact same man who was earlier cheerfully smoking a huge cigar right next to people who were pointedly coughing to make him go away.

10. A gator who has climbed up to the sixth hole because, you know, all the water is just too much, will be almost completely ignored by the various very focused golfers, proving once again that Florida residents are hardly the only ones to feel blasé about gators.

11. Rules or no rules, you will end up taking a picture of the gator anyway because, gator on golf course.

12. Because this is your cheap cellphone no one will believe that you took a picture of a gator, because instead of a gator, what they will see is something blurry that might, or might not, be grass, and behind that, something blurry that might, or might not, be water, or possibly a nuclear waste site. This will all be terribly unfair to the immaculately kept Bay Hill golf course.

13. Despite having found in previous years much better food around the golf course than the kinda tragic hamburgers and hot dogs offered at about a third of the holes, you will once again completely forget this and find yourself eating a not very good hot dog. On the bright side this will be on hole 17 where balls often go hop hop hop into the water which is an excellent distraction from problematic food.

14. Despite careful, careful application of sunscreen everywhere and chilly temperatures which cause you to keep most of yourself fully covered, you will still miss a tiny patch of skin just above your foot which will then burn and burn and burn causing all kinds of angst at ICFA, like, WHAT SOCKS CAN I WEAR WITH THIS, and PLEASE TELL ME HORROR WRITERS ARE NOT STARING AT MY FEET GETTING IDEAS. But that's another post.
To my surprise, I found myself at the Children's Miracle Network PGA Tour event (this means "golf") last weekend, this a surprise largely because I forgot it was last weekend.

Anyway. The Children's Miracle Network is hosted by the PGA Tour at Walt Disney World on their Magnolia Course, this important mainly because that means that officials and employees and volunteers from multiple different groups – Disney, ESPN's Wide World of Sports, the PGA Tour, Children's Miracle Network, and the Orange County Sheriff's Department are all meandering around, not always consistently or agreeably. Since it's at the end of the tour, it's typically attended mostly by golfers who have not exactly done brilliantly in the past year and are thus desperate to earn their tour card for the following year, which adds another touch of tension to the event. Fail here, and, well, it's a lot of work to get back into the PGA tour.

We could not help noticing a few small differences between the Children's Miracle Network Golf Tournament held at the Magnolia Course at Disney, and the Arnold Palmer Invitational, held at Bay Hill, and a few small differences between this event and literally any other event held at Disney. For instance:

1. This is the only golf course where you enter and leave through a Disney gift store, which sells very cheerful golf shirts embroidered with Mickey.

2. This is also the only golf event where one of the bunkers is shaped like Mickey Mouse. (The accompanying sign cheerfully says that the bunker "never fails to draw a smile" no matter "where the ball happens to land on this very difficult hole. On a related note: no kidding: in order to avoid the water you almost have to aim your ball directly at Mickey's ears. Now that's a sentence I didn't think I would be typing.)

Also, this is the only golf event featuring a topiary of Snow White and one of the dwarfs. And where the PGA volunteers hold up signs saying "Please be as QUIET AS A MOUSE" because ha ha.

3. This is also the only golf course where you can constantly hear the Mickey Mouse train in the background. In fact I think it's easier to hear the Mickey Mouse train from this golf course than from inside the Magic Kingdom. Maybe the Seven Seas Lagoon echoes and enhances the sound. I don't know. It does go along with the various Mickey signs telling you which hole you are at and the nice signs giving the Storied Histories of each hole.

4. Disney is absolutely fine with everyone bringing in Nice Big Bags as long as they are more or less inspected and are not concealing guns or other things that go bang. The PGA Tour is Noticeably Not, because, and I'm sure you can all understand this, Big Bags could have CAMERAS, the EMBODIMENT OF EVIL for the PGA. As you are informed upon entering, absolutely no pictures whatsoever are allowed especially from your cell phone or other mobile device and any images that might just happen to pop up while you are there ALTHOUGH THEY SHOULDN'T belong absolutely and permanently to the PGA Tour. Since I'd completely forgotten about this I accidentally brought a nearly empty bag (which was, I hasten to add to you all, completely CAMERA FREE) but which was TOO TOO BIG which led to us having to leave the bag at the lost and found, which was about when my brother remembered that I also had the completely empty bag attached to my wheelchair, so we dumped that too and then finally headed out to the course, me clutching my clearly dangerous sunscreen in my little hand.

5. The PGA Tour also informed me that I absolutely, positively, could not tweet any of the results while on the course. So, despite knowing that a grand total of zero of my Twitter followers were eagerly awaiting my reports of golf scores, since those would not be widely available, say, on CBS, Yahoo, or any of a number of different entities faster than I could type in the results, I was very very good and just typed things like, "Also I was very very close to stuart appleby but I won't tell you what resulted!" (I think it's safe to tell you now – he hit a ball very close to us.) Also I told everyone about the topiaries. Only not where any of the PGA volunteers could see us.

6. Also, because we are no longer on Daylight Savings Time and the days are getting shorter, this tournament is still played on both sides of the course even on Sunday with three golfers per group, which makes it easier to see lots of golfers than it ordinarily would be on Sunday.

7. Anyway, we wandered around the golf course, watching golfers, and finding a surprising lack of food for Disney, and surprisingly decent bathrooms for a golf event. (Go Disney!) Also, a large flock of wild turkeys that were not exactly into golf, two eagles, lots of herons and ibises, some ducks, some squirrels, two lizards, and a very cute little bunny rabbit which technically was outside the course but which I am counting anyway.

7. There was a touch – just a touch – ok, more than a touch of tension between the Disney Wide World of Sports people/Disney workers and the PGA volunteers. The Disney workers had always run this event up until this year, and well, now they were only running PARTS of the event, but not the cool part that involves telling people to shut up and keeping track of the scores. You could tell the difference since the Disney people proudly wore nametags and the PGA volunteers did not. Also, the PGA volunteers, oddly enough, more than once did not know when to tell the spectators to shut up, forcing the caddies to interfere, or where exactly spectators can go around, which led to one interesting bit of pushing me over decidedly uneven ground which left me kinda dizzy. (The PGA volunteers at the Arnold Palmer Invitational are better trained, but that is a better paying event attracting a stronger field of golfers.)

8. Towards the end of the tournament, we meandered back to the 18th hole to watch the last groups come in, only to be stopped by Disney employees who asked if we would prefer to be up in the bleachers, which had a nice elevator and everything.

This was a nice and kindly thought, and it's not exactly Disney's fault that it went wrong. The elevator was not exactly an elevator, but rather an elevator lift, which a) scared me, and b) could only be operated by one (1) key and person – the same key and person operating the two other elevator lifts including the one for the People Considerably More Important Than You Tent, which meant that getting on the lift required waiting and waiting and hearing – not seeing – one of the golf groups go through until the key guy ambled up and let us up.

"Last year we ALL had keys," said the Disney people mournfully. "This year they TOOK THEM AWAY. We're TRYING to show them that we all NEED KEYS. We don't know WHY they did this and gave the keys to only one person. [a PGA, not Disney person, even though these were Disney bleachers with Disney people]"

I could not help but feel that I had been in some small way dragged into a Disney/PGA power struggle.

Apart from this, the bleachers bounced every time anyone walked, clapped, stood up, shifted, or in fact did anything that might be placed under "movement" which was pretty much all the time, with the result that after about five minutes I was feeling a bit dizzy and ten minutes later feeling very dizzy. Getting off the bleachers, however, meant Summoning the Key Guy again, which was a process that I felt was somewhat beyond me. So instead I tried to watch everyone gathering at the 18th hole (bounce bounce), and by "everyone" (bounce) I mean "spectators, volunteers, and the Mickey Mouse band (bounce bounce bounce)," and tried to send out "sit still. sit very very still" vibes at the bleachers which if nothing else proved that I do not, in fact, have the mutant ability to mind control complete strangers. And now you know. (bounce)

9. Most tournaments end with various people coming out to congratulate the winning golfer and handing him or her a trophy. This tournament ends with Mickey Mouse striding onto the green followed by the Mickey Mouse band playing zip did dee do dah, zip did de day. And since I am no longer reporting live or on Twitter, I can now tell you that the winner was the same guy who started the tournament suffering from a major panic attack requiring hospitalization, so that was kinda cool. Also he has a very very cute kid.

10. By that time I was really feeling that I had to get off the bleachers, like now, and since I'd been warned this was a long process my brother pushed me over to the lift, then looked at me skeptically.

"Do you think you can get down the stairs on your own if I carry the wheelchair?"

"Maybe."

"...We might end up doing that."

I sent him back to watch Mickey shake the hand of the winner (who had to sign his golf card first) and get the trophy and listened to Mickey songs while I waited and waited and waited....

10. And finally I was off the bleachers and at the lost and found and then at Shades of Green which quite apart from giving military families a nice discounted place to stay at Disney also has very nice bathrooms and a lovely waterfall thing. (Really a lovely waterfall thing that helps lead military families to the Shades of Green buses which whisk them to the parks where they can spend lots of money all relaxed from the waterfalls.)

11. Pretend point 11 contains something bouncy.
How to attend the Arnold Palmer Golf Tournament in style, or, why I wasn't at ICFA at all on Thursday:

1. Wake up and realize there can be no golf without coffee. Or no coffee without golf. No. Wait. The first one. This will all be clearer with coffee. Explain dire need of coffee to mother.

2. Terrified mother, realizing what an entire day with a coffeeless you might be like, quickly agrees.

3. Pop over to Bay Hills.

4. Bay Hills, for those who haven't been there, is one of those Florida golf courses surrounded by lovely well manicured homes, which thus means it can only be reached through lovely, twisting, well manicured streets, which means that even if you carefully follow the directions of every single sign and every single gesture from a volunteer you will still end up taking a right when you should have taken a left and therefore ended up nowhere near Parking Lot Ten necessitating a U-Turn and another sip of coffee.

5. Fortunately enough, once you do reach Parking Lot Ten, your attention will be distracted by two striking sandhill cranes and two fluffy little baby sandhill cranes who don't even have real crane feathers yet. They are little and brown and stumbling and frankly just seeing them is worth the entire trip. And for those wondering why we should protect sandhill cranes which are frankly pretty stupid birds, even as birds go, I can only say, FLUFFY LITTLE BABY SANDHILL CRANES. Cuteness personified to the point where even the grimmest person will end up grinning.

6. By "parking lot" I mean "additional golf course" and by "parking" I mean "going up and down little hills and bump bumps and trying to figure out exactly where the disabled parking on a golf course actually is.

7. Scooter assembled, pass through security after convincing everyone that your illegally oversized backpack a) can fit into a plastic Mastercard bag b) contains nothing more dangerous than a Gatorade. Which will turn out to be hideously dangerous later, but I anticipate.

8. Gatorade also turns out to be a remarkable weapon against the enticing sights of $4 lemonade. And no, not the homemade stuff, either – Minute Maid lemonade.

9. Begin exploring the golf course. Parking lot ten starts you off nowhere near the main tents of hole 1 and hole 18 (which we jointly agreed to avoid, with a sigh of relief) meaning that almost nobody is around and you can watch golf and viciously fighting ducks without an issue.

10. Deal with the one issue, which is that the scooter has been carefully equipped with multiple safety measures including automatic breaks to ensure that it absolutely will not take off down hills, which means that it will barely go down any sort of "steep" incline (the differences between the scooter and dictionary definitions of "steep" are profound). Also that the scooter wants to tip over when it crosses the bumpers set up to protect the various wires running to the multiple, multiple cameras of the Golf Channel and NBC which are pretty much everywhere. This adds a bit of excitement to the day.

11. Watch the small crowds of people happily following in the Wake that is Tiger Woods Not Actually Winning Yet (this got bigger on Sunday when this became Tiger Woods Maybe Really Making a Comeback This Time), followed by the somewhat smaller but considerably happier because carrying beer crowd following Phil Mickelson. Crowds trot off and the ducks start fighting again, leaving everyone to gossip with the "volunteer," who, as it turns out, has paid $90 for the privilege of standing in the sun, moving his arms up and down for silence, and watching to ensure that absolutely no one – no one – dares have a cell phone on anything but vibrate or, even worse, TRIES TO TAKE A PICTURE. (Any attempt to take a picture during the event summons security to the spot immediately. Scarier than the fighting ducks.)

12. Find like your absolute dream house, with a WATERFALL and a small hot tub and various balconies and a profusion of plants dazzling in greenness and bright flowers, and comfort yourself with the realization that, really, it's just far too close to its neighbors and you'd never have any privacy which kinda negates the waterfall bit.

13. Thanks to your inability to read or a woefully inadequate map (I'm going with the second, more flattering possibility) find yourself at yet another hole watching Tiger Woods, followed by Phil Mickelson, again, followed by the current leader. Realize that as much as you would like to return to the car, you don't really need to return that much. Settle in some nice shade right beside two men comfortably lounging in lawn chairs.

14. THUNK!

15. AHHHH!

16. WHAT?

17. BOUNCE!

18. Swiftly find out that the loud THUNK came from the sound of Zach Johnson landing a high speed golf ball right into the crotch of the (male) spectator in the lawn chair.

19. Freaked out spectator: "You know, I put my hands there because I just had a feeling…."

20. New problem. Not only is spectator kinda stunned but the ball bounced off his crotch into the lap of the next person, who scrambled up allowing the ball to land in the chair. Everyone is very excited trying to figure out what to do next, other than absolutely and positively not touching the ball again since it was already sorta illegally moved. We think.

21. Zach Johnson strolls up sadly, expecting to find his ball in the high grass, and is somewhat stunned to realize that it's sitting in a chair instead.

22. "Are you all right? No one's been hurt? You're sure?"

23. Everyone is fine if just a tiny -- tiny -- bit overexcited. Maybe not tiny. Zach Johnson passes out free golf balls while waiting for a golf marshal to show up. Golf marshal appears. Excited discussion. Finally, chair is moved, ball is dropped, and Zach Johnson remembers to aim for the right spot this time.

24. Realize that is getting hot. And you need French fries. Also, a nap. Otherwise you will not be able to move quickly enough to avoid golf balls aimed in your general direction. Or, for that matter, fighting ducks.
1. The latest Madeleine L'Engle reread, about Many Waters, is up at Tor.com. Bonus! No inappropriate sex, homophobia or racism issues in this post or the comments. Yet.

2. Speaking of this sort of thing and Tor.com, since I know none of you are popping back to look at my old posts, I thought I'd alert you to a comment left by a publisher on my post about The Silver Princess in Oz, to let me know that they are reprinting Silver Princess with the racist content removed.

I haven't taken a look at this revised Silver Princess, although it's available in ebook format for the Nook and iPad, largely because my ongoing response to Silver Princess is that I never need to read it again. I am also dubious about the value of changing texts: true, I hated, but hated, the ending of Silver Princess and I wish it had never been written, but I do think there's some value in remembering that publishers once found it completely acceptable to print stuff like that.

But that disclaimer aside, there's another bit, the bit of me that loves Oz and loves the way that 38 of the 40 Oz books welcomed and accepted everyone, no matter how different or strange, that wants other Oz readers to be able to experience that warm welcome in every Oz book, including this one. So part of me welcomes this change.

3. In completely unrelated news, I have just discovered that the only two things I planned to do in March -- The Arnold Palmer Invitational, which I have tickets for (birthday gift), and the International Conference for the Fantastic in the Arts, which I've already signed up for, are taking place on the same days. Grr.

I'm not really sure how I'm going to be working this out. My initial thought of going to the Arnold Palmer on Sunday probably won't work since I've promised to meet with an old college friend on Sunday, who last I heard wasn't a golf fan, and since I want to give the extra ticket to my brother. More probably, I'll see if I can work something out with him where we go to the Invite on either Wednesday or Thursday (preferably Thursday) during the day, I collapse for a bit, and then show up at IAFA in the evening. I'll check and see when registration is open.

4. Finally, apologies for the lack of blog posts recently; I have been unbelievably exhausted. Which is one worry about the combined IAFA/Arnold Palmer thing.
Ok, so, my one attempt at playing golf resulted in a score of 88 – for one hole. (I allowed other groups to pass me, one reason my, um, "game" lasted so long.) In my defense, that score only happened because a) the trees kept jumping in front of my ball, deliberately, b) the various clubs weren't actually interested in swinging where I was making them swing and c) some of you may not believe this, but I think the ball (er, balls, eventually) were under a curse because they were not rolling the right way.

To be fair, this may not be entirely the fault of the game of golf, since I am nearly as bad at miniature golf. Actually I find miniature golf goes best when I play it with my eyes shut.

But watching the game on the internet? (Not TV. TV coverage is the very definition of dull.) That I can do. Which is how I ended up at the Arnold Palmer Invitational and learned a few things:

1. If you want to see Harry Potter at Universal's Islands of Adventure, but don't want to pay the insane parking fees for the world's largest parking lot on top of the ticket prices, your best bet is to show up during the Arnold Palmer/Bay Hill event and announce, in cool and collected tones, that you are there for the Bay Hill event. The ticket agent will then smile at you and hand over a complimentary parking pass and – unusually enough for the Universal parking lot – actually send you to the correct parking location (in this case, Spiderman.) You can then join various happy golf spectators as they negotiate the insanity that is that parking lot, going UP the elevators or the (once again not working) escalators and OVER the walkways before quietly vanishing into the happy Harry Potter/Spiderman/Thing One and Thing Two crowds. Your wallets can thank me later.

2. If, however, you are actually heading to the Arnold Palmer Invitational you will first need to negotiate the ticket area which is inconveniently located in the general walkway to Universal Studios (where the walkways for the two garages meet up with the walkway to City Walk). You will then need to go back DOWN to the bus/taxi parking lot.

3. This is about the time when you will realize that Universal Studios is not actually all that close to Bay Hill.

4. Thanks to the miracle of iPhones, however, everyone can watch golf coverage on the not short shuttle ride to Bay Hill. The delight of this will be considerably mitigated by the insistence of the driver on telling Tennessee jokes. And Auburn jokes. And Georgia jokes. And UM jokes. And Florida State jokes. You will feel renewed pride and joy in the University at Binghamton.

5. Your entrance into Bay Hill will be further delayed by the need of Tiger Woods and his entire entourage and a very large group of happy fans to cross a road. (And that was the only time I saw Tiger Woods the entire day – we thought he was going later so otherwise missed him, which given the happy crowds following him was probably just as well).

6. Bay Hill is located in a residential district of lovely homes, with residential streets crossing the golf course here and there. This is lovely for the homeowners, and rather less convenient for people actually trying to get into the tournament, as traffic is constantly stopped by golfers and spectators.

7. Spectators will get considerably more involved in the game than I thought, and by more involved, I mean, participating in conversations like this:

Player currently in the lead: "DID IT FALL INTO THE HAZARD?"

"YES!"

"NO!"

"WHICH SIDE OF THE RED LINE?"

"THE LEFT THE LEFT THE LEFT!"

"THANKS!"

Also players occasionally throw balls at small and cute children or at harmless, unassuming, water hazards and lakes. Also, caddies run around raking up sand. I did NOT KNOW THIS.

8. Great blue herons are, to my surprise, very intense golf fans. They love it.

9. Ducks are, not to my surprise, not very intense golf fans. Anhingas will eat fish.

10. Golf is the sort of game that allows you to learn these sorts of things.

11. Hunter Mahan wears cute sunglasses. You do not actually need to attend a PGA Tour event to know this but I thought it should be mentioned.

12. The very rich often have very bad taste. This will be demonstrated by a house on what I believe was hole 15 which was not merely three times larger than either house beside it, but also, and this cannot be concealed, horrifically balanced and just flat out ugly and too large for its lot.

13. Even though the course is covered with various large airconditioned tents, various large TV screens explaining where everybody is at any given time, electronic golf swing analysis, materials scientists, computers immediately calculating speeds and locations, huge TV cameras, the main leaderboard/scorecards ARE STILL CHANGED BY HAND. And by hand, I mean, six people on each board are climbing up and down latters moving names and numbers around and rechecking what people on the ground are saying all while trying to be absolutely quiet.

14. Speaking of quiet, this is a remarkably quiet sport, with everyone going, hush, hush, even when, as was happening more often towards the end of the afternoon, everyone was increasingly drunk.

15. An astonishing number of wealthy homeowners will decide to augment their income by selling cheap drinks and candy on the side of the course. These sales will be further augmented by what I am certain is a merely coincidental decision on the part of some of the women to sell these drinks and candy in bikini tops and short shorts.

16. SPF 30 sunscreen is not quite as reliable as its label claims. I'm just saying, if in a rather painful fashion.

17. Everyone, including you, will wander round and round and round, which will a) force everyone to buy more drinks from the wealthy homeowners and b) cause various crowds following the big ones to shift here and there, allowing you to easily pinpoint when the major players are approaching a hole.

18. You will never be able to figure out why anyone would decide to wear a black cocktail dress, emeralds, and six inch heels on a golf course, but you will be able to figure out pretty quickly why she looks utterly miserable.
A list of top ten guy trips.

I hardly even know where to begin, although perhaps a question of why, of all of Major League Baseball's 30 teams, the Boston Red Sox was chosen as the most masculine, or how, precisely, the article managed to miss that women are welcome at TPC Sawgrass (Marriott Resorts: it's not your gender that concerns us, but your money) might be in order.

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The TPC Sawgrass bit particularly caught my attention because of my new obsession with golf. Oh, not playing it, but watching it. And not on NBC broadcast, but on the web.

I'm going somewhere related with this, so stay with me.

Watching golf on broadcast TV generally ranges from either mildly interesting to spectacularly dull, largely because of the nature of the television broadcast, which jumps from player to player and hole to hole in a scatter shot fashion, rarely giving you more than a glimpse of the game. But because of my finger injury, I found myself watching the U.S. Open last Thursday. NBC soon switched to our hideously bad local news, so I headed to the promised continuing coverage on the U.S. Open on the web. And, well. Wow. The site offered multiple ways to watch - you could focus on just two holes (7 and 17) on Pebble Beach, getting to see all of the golfers, no matter how obscure, or you could follow along with the marquee groups - three elite golfers (Phil Mickelson was in one group, Tiger Woods in the other), following every hole, and every swing.

This was great stuff. For one, the sheer entertainment value of watching the long, long, long line of reporters, camera people and hangers-on desperately following Tiger Woods and panting as they went could not be beat. Beyond this factor, though, this sort of coverage gave a real sense of how the game really works - the pauses, the walks, the focus, Y.E. Yang's horrific meltdown, cute little otters and sea lions (ok, this is probably just a Pebble Beach thing), conversations, and so on. And the announcers.

With each group, ESPN had a normal, sports coverage guy who played amateur golf, paired up with various experts who went in and out of the group - former and current professional players, golf course designers, golf club designers, the head of the PGA tour, and an NFL coach. (Ok, the last was not exactly a golf expert - and admitted to it - but he offered various amusing stories of football players who could not play golf.) On occasion this led to the commentators speculating about sea otters, which did not go well, but this mostly led to finding out that the PGA tour takes this game seriously enough to hire PhDs in materials engineering, and discussing the processes of working with composites and the resulting change in the game (er, it sounded more interesting when they were talking about it) and explaining how golf courses are designed and different approaches to golf course design. The coverage also featured professional women golf players who had played Pebble Beach, asking them questions like, "Jane, now, you've played this hole many times before. How would you approach it?" or "Jane, you got yourself into a similar situation...."

This not surprisingly brought up the role of women in golf, and here, I'll just quote myself paraphrasing the golf commentary from [profile] shadefell's blog, typed up on Friday, with two days still to go in the U.S. Open:

"There's two different issues: membership in golf clubs (most notably with Augusta, which hosts the Masters, but does not as far as I know have any women members) and course design.

Professional men golfers can drive a ball further than women can. Because of that, many courses (not Pebble Beach, which is where the U.S. Open is) are designed for "men" or for "women," and also "professional" versus "amateur," with the idea that to really challenge professional male golfers, you have to have them on a longer course.

As the commentators were pointing out, Pebble Beach kinda suggests the opposite - it's shorter than many other professional men's courses by about 500 feet [edit: that should have been yards], and yet, ALL of the men golfers were fumbling all over the course, since, even with the shorter drives, it's incredibly tricky (I don't know if you've seen the course, but the basic problem is that it's on the edge of the Pacific Ocean, so it's windy and balls have a tendency to fly into the ocean.) A couple of the commentators were suggesting that this division between men/women/amateur/professional courses was problematic, and that the better idea was to move into the Pebble Beach direction - the course that challenges everybody.

In the meantime, a course like Augusta continues to be designed for the long range professional male golfer. This didn't come up in the discussion, so this is just a guess on my part - but I expect that one reason why women continue to be excluded from Augusta is that the club can say (truthfully) that, hey, we're designed for men! Look at the length of our drives!

It was pretty clear from the ESPN commentary that several men golfers on the PGA tour would like to move to the Pebble Beach model, but they are facing resistance from some who feel with better drivers/balls courses actually have to get longer. (And then there was stuff about how Doral grass will never be as tough and unexpected as Pebble Beach grass which just reminded me how angry the Doral grass issue makes me so I tuned out for a bit.)

(Thank you ESPN for addressing this yesterday so now I know.)"

At the end, not a single one of the professional male golfers - men who do this for a living, who play golf daily with top notch, exceedingly expensive equipment, was able to finish the Pebble Beach course under par. Not one. Graeme McDowell, the winner, came in at exactly par; the two top male golfers in the world, Phil Mickelson and Tiger Woods, came in three strokes over.

At the Masters, that course designed with the long drives? Mickelson came in 16 strokes under its par, several others were well under par.

The course designed strictly for professional men turned out to be easier than the course that challenges everybody.

Hmm.

(No fear; this will not be turning into a golf blog, especially now that my finger is close to healing up. I just thought this was interesting.)

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