Go Cambo, you good thing. We'll just forget the small matter of Tiger pulling out of the tournament because of injury.
Yes, it's Open time again. And our dear Cambo, by virtue of his utterly shocking victory in 2005, is in the middle of a 10-year exemption that allows him to play in one of the world's four great tournaments despite being one of the world's four worst golfers.
I love Cambo. Love him. He's a glorious mix of success and failure, of sheer talent and inner demons.
It still doesn't seem real that he won a major, forever linking him with the immortal Sir Bob Charles in the pantheon of New Zealand golfers.
Since then . . . well, shit, I've played better golf. Cambo's had injuries and a form slump so deep he's made the Black Caps look consistent.
Still, he's been in better form of late. And his coach thinks he can win again.
As for who will ACTUALLY win this tournament, who knows? Golf is so supremely weird. It's an elite game, yet an absolute no-name like Charl Schwartzel can win one of the major tournaments.
This column sums up the wide open nature of the Open. And this piece by Rick Reilly - who has been in bloody good form lately - is a hell of a yarn.
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