…that’s how I feel after watching my only best hope in this year’s U.S. Open pool, Aaron Baddeley, crawl on his hands and knees back to the Oakmont clubhouse with his tail between his legs after tapping in on 18 for a crowd-pleasing 80 – that’s right, 80! – in the final round of today’s U.S. Open.

Oh sure, I’m glad for this year’s winner Angel Cabrera, the Argentinian who chose this venue and this occasion for his first – that’s right, Daddy-O, first – win ever on the PGA Tour. But when you’ve bet the farm, your retirement, your first-born male child’s college education, and the sincere desire to help keep your parents off a full-time diet of Fancy Feast, it hurts to see “Bads” stink up the joint like he did.

And let it be said this was a major that Tiger uncharacteristically threw away – the tournament was his, and he just didn’t get the job done. Now for TW, it’s on to fatherhood, and it’ll be interesting to see how he handles future opportunities like this in his chase for the Golden Bear’s record of major victories as a doting dad with all the obligations and pleasures of being a dad occupying his life.

And don’t get me started on that prima donna Jim Furyk, who also ended up one stroke behind Cabrera – the guy’s a stiff, and don’t worry, that robotic sound you hear eminating from under his pants is nothing but the warning indicator for his inventor-owner to plug him back in at night. Find a personality and come back to me later, big fella…

I didn’t enjoy this year’s Open as much as I have in years past – for some reason, the venue and all the pre-tournament hype didn’t (at least in my view) live up to the promise. Maybe it was because I don’t mind seeing scores of 1 under or 1 over winning a major, but seeing the best golfers in the world leaders pathetically flailing around at no better than 5 over just ruined it for me. Ah, me… we’ll see what the pundits have to say in the days ahead.