Fred Funk was sniffing the air and the queues to see John Daly walked in dressed in jeans and a baseball cap and slipped a cigarette Razorbacks in the package.
They seemed more interested in finding a McDonald's, but someone told them that a golf tournament was about to explode. The Scottish Open at Loch Lomond has always felt a bit like a waiting room for the real thing.
This is a tournament than a golf course very well, but Phil Mickelson and nine other Americans would not be here unless they are prepared to play the U.S.
Maybe he has a concession in St Andrews next week.But while the Americans were dominating the immediate landscape, the conversation was strangely dominated by someone who is not even here. No, I don’t mean Tiger Woods, but the mop-haired one from Hollywood.
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