Wyndham Clark at Silverado—for himself and the team

NAPA — Wyndham Clark was playing ping pong in a garage when notified he had won the AT&T, which is a tournament of golf, not table tennis. It was February at Pebble Beach, and you’ve heard this before, officials decided to cancel the already rescheduled fourth round. Clark, of course, received the $3.6 million winner’s check, but something was missing.

“I would obviously would have gone back and played the fourth round and had the nerves and excitement that you do in the final round,” said Clark Wednesday. “And to come down 18 and hopefully with a lead and to win.”

Now it is September, a week and some seven months and roughly 150 miles north of Pebble Beach. Clark is back in Northern California at Silverado where starting Thursday he’ll be in the new Procore tournament. New in name, if not location.

This is a restart of sorts of the PGA Tour, using the term restart loosely. The Tour Championship was two weeks ago, there was a week off, and now here we go again, which is fine for Clark. He wants to improve his own game, and he wants to get ready for the Presidents Cup matches in two weeks at Montreal. Clark is 30 and has a major championship, the 2023 U.S. Open, yet he sounds like a kid just out of college when it comes to the way he approaches the game.

“I stopped trying to win and went out and played as well as I could,” he said.

The philosophy has been around for a long time, concentrating on the swing rather than the score. If you hit the ball properly and get a few putts in the hole you will succeed to a point.

He spoke of the consistency of Tiger Woods and currently Scottie Scheffler. 

“That’s what you want,” he said, “to be there at the time and give yourself a chance to win.”    

Golf is the most individual of sports. You are alone on a course aside from a caddy. That’s why so many of the pros, including Clark, enjoy the team competition such as the Ryder Cup or Presidents Cup.

“It’s amazing,” said Clark. “I feel like when you kind of get into that inner circle with some of the top players in the world, and this is all just coming from my perspective, I feel like it helps you stay in that circle because you’re around—iron sharpens iron, so when you’re around these great players, you feed off of their confidence and the things that they do and you pick up little things here and there that help your game.”

As does playing Silverado, says Clark. 

“But the golf course itself presents challenges off the tee,” he said. “It’s very narrow and it usually gets very firm and you just end up having some kind of really cool awkward shots into greens that makes it really fun. I’ve always really enjoyed this golf course.”

Probably more than ping pong in a garage.

McCaffrey missing but with Mason taking his place, Niners' offense was not

So you were unable to watch the Monday night game because of the arrogance and selfishness of those dueling millionaires, ESPN and Directv? That’s what happens to us knaves, but there is a solution, if a bit inadequate.

Simply insert a disc on your playback device of any 49ers game from last season. Other than the Super Bowl. The Niners are still the same. Not that you or anyone in the NFL should be surprised.

Yes, an hour or two before kickoff at Levi’s Stadium, it was announced that San Francisco’s Christian McCaffrey, arguably the best all-around running back in the league, would not play because of a lingering calf injury. Oh well, line up Jordan Mason and chalk up a season-opening victory, 32-19, over the New York Jets.  

Mason carried 28 times for 147 yards and a touchdown. But he seemed very unimpressed with himself. Although he had the game of his brief 49er career, Mason shrugged it off, saying “I worked hard all summer.”

Linebacker Fred Warner was similarly unexcited. “That’s why we’re a team,” said Warner. “We have a lot of good players.”

On both sides of the ball, the Niners won this game early by forcing the Jets into repeated three-and-out sequences. When you don’t have the ball, even with a quarterback like Aaron Rodgers, making a comeback is tough. 

At age 40, Rodgers, the one-time Cal star, was unable to hit any big plays until well into the second half. The Jets head coach is Robert Saleh, who arrived in New York after working as defensive coordinator for the Niners. He certainly knows the San Francisco offensive system and how to stop it. But it proved impressive.  Once again, the Niners are too strong.

On the telecast, which you may not have seen, the FOX announcing crew of Joe Buck and Troy Aikman kept repeating the fact that the Niners were running between the tackles. As if it were a shock. The Niners are recognized for their passing attack, but their emphasis under coach Kyle Shanahan has been to pound out yards.

That is a two-way advantage. San Francisco held onto the ball for nearly 40 minutes and gained 401 net yards. It’s difficult for the opposition to score when it doesn’t have the football.  

San Francisco quarterback, Brock Purdy, completed 19 of 29 passes for 231 yards. However, the Niners did not have a touchdown through the air, a rare occurrence.

Shanahan was not displeased with his team’s performance. Although as coaches always point out after wins, there could be improvement. The Niners go to Minneapolis next Sunday where they’ll face the Vikings and quarterback, Sam Darnold, who of course in the 2023 season was Purdy’s backup on the 49ers.

Ricky Pearsall, the rookie who was shot in the chest at Union Square during a robbery attempt a week ago Saturday, was at the game Monday night.  He is on the non-football injury list and hopes to be in uniform in a month. Some of the first responders who treated Pearsall after the shooting were at the game and honored by the Niners.

Under a new name, an old golf tournament is back at Silverado

There it is, pinched between the Tour Championship and the Presidents Cup. The reference is to the annual PGA Tour event at Silverado in Napa. The one with almost as many name changes as it has years of history.

It returns this week, now called the Procore. As opposed to the Fortinet, which it was called last year. And before that, the Safeway and Fry’s.

Yet, to rework that golf phrase, it ain’t what, it’s who. The place is important, however the players are more important.

The major problem for what we will list as a semi-major event held around the time of the harvest moon—the grape harvest that is—and certainly the start of the football season.
  

There’s a reason the Tour holds the Tour Championship the week before the NFL games get underway. Pro football not only dominates TV, it overwhelms every other sport out there.

Cleverly after the Tour Championship, the Tour disappears for a week. Give Scottie Scheffler his $25 million paycheck, and then take a full seven days off. For a while there, the lords of golf believed they could fool us, choosing to describe the event at Silverado as the start of the schedule hoping the big boys would enter to get their high-finish points as early as possible.

No longer. 

Now it is merely the resumption of the “Fed-ex Fall” schedule.  And unfortunately there is not a lot of interest compared to the spring and summer schedule. To the minds of some, incorrectly, golf doesn’t mean much until the Masters.

Golf and tennis, which lack the advantage of home games, are built on personalities. It’s been that way forever. Sponsors would complain that writers and television too often would emphasize who weren’t entered in a tournament, particularly when it wasn’t Arnold Palmer or Jack Nicklaus in an earlier day, or Tiger Woods or Phil Michelson in recent times. 

“Why don’t you talk about other people,” I was asked for years. 

“Then they would become famous, like Arnie,” I was told for years.

Sorry, fame is earned and the star system is all too prevalent. That doesn’t mean the other guys don’t deserve attention, particularly someone like Sahith Theegala. He won at Silverado last year and finished third in the Tour Championship, behind Scheffler and Collin Morikawa. He will be a member of the U.S. team that play the international squad in the Presidents Cup the end of September in Montreal.

During the third round of the Tour Championship a week ago Theegala gained recognition for calling a penalty on himself when virtually unseen by anyone else he moved the sand with the club before taking a swing. That cost him a double bogey, but earned him appreciation. Honesty is at the very essence of golf and Theegala displayed it along with an ability to compete.

ESPN and DirecTV keeping fans in the dark

So Scottie Scheffler may be better than we thought, which makes him very good indeed. 

Coco Gauff perhaps isn’t as good as we imagined. And that dispute between ESPN and DirecTV is not good for anyone who gets his sports on television, meaning most of us.

Yes, there are other stations and other networks. And there’s Comcast and an abundance of additional cable companies. But there is nothing like ESPN, which not only transmits but seems to own most of the events. On the screen, excluding The Golf Channel (NBC), and the one which shows Speedway from Australia, sports basically is on ESPN. Yes, an exaggeration, but I’m irritated. I wanted to see LSU-USC Sunday night but instead was restricted to advisory messages. “Our contract with Disney, the owner of this channel,” they said  “has expired. We appreciate your patience while we negotiate to give you greater flexibility, choice and value.”

What they failed to say was “and to increase our profits.”  

Nothing wrong with that. This is a capitalist society. Those golfers and tennis players as well as the football, baseball, and basketball players are pros. The games are their work. They get paid for their skills and their success, often very, very well.

By winning the Tour Championship last Sunday, his seventh victory of the year not including 1st place and a Gold Medal in the Paris Olympics, Scottie Scheffler earned a cumulative $25 million. Tennis payoffs are smaller than golf. Still, Gauff, the defending champion, won $325,000 for making it to the 3rd round of this year’s US Open Championship, losing to Emma Navarro.  

There is great money in sports, and one of the reasons is the multi-million dollar TV agreements.

Everybody demands more. As we are aware two San Francisco 49ers, Brandon Ayuk and All-Pro tackle Trent Williams signed only days before the start of the NFL season. Eventually, the holdouts and management get together because there are few other options. Each needs the other.

The players have leverage. The viewers do not. As became evident Sunday night when Direct TV chose not to show the much-anticipated college game between USC and LSU, which the Trojans won in the final seconds. The sort of exciting game that increases TV ratings. However, in this case, no one was able to watch it. It was an ESPN game.

The U.S. Open tournament is a virtual ESPN event. Every match day and late night is carried, and there are a dozen ESPN announcers, all former players or instructors, offering expert commentary.  You learn a lot, even if you don’t know a rally from a volley.

But starting Sunday evening you learned nothing. The tournament went on but we were blacked out. That was unfortunate, particularly if you are a tennis aficionado. That was also reality. The big boys challenge each other at the expense of the little people.

Pro football is the golden egg for TV sports. The assumption is that ESPN and DirecTV notice all too well. A settlement may not be very far in the future.

But that doesn’t bring back the LSU-USC game or the tennis matches that were missed.

Sinner gets an Open win and a rare New York treatment

They are playing the US Open in New York where the fans are not only wise to what’s happening, but also wiseacres, known to pick on an athlete’s failings in the loudest of disparaging words.

So what was with their response to Jannik Sinner? Maybe they had an idea that this was an unusual situation. And it was. It was announced at the end of last week that he was docked prize money and ranking points from the tournament where the first result appeared. He had tested positive for trace amounts of the Anabolic steroid Clostebol twice in a period of eight days in March, but there was no penalty because it was ruled that Sinner was not at fault.

This brought skepticism from some, including Tony Kornheiser on ESPN’s 'Pardon The Interruption,' who explained how tennis works.

“He’s a star,” Kornheiser said.

And as everyone in the business knows, tennis does not want to lose its stars. Indeed not only is Sinner a star, but he is also No. 1 in the ATP rankings, ahead of Carlos Alcaraz and Novak Djokovic.

Certainly, Sinner didn’t want to miss The Open, the biggest tournament of any in America. 

And Sinner, who said the positive tests were due to using applications of the ointment for a cut from a trainer whom he subsequently fired, not only didn’t miss his first-round match Tuesday, but he won. 

He defeated Mackie McDonald 2-6, 6-2, 6-1, 6-2. Bizarre because Sinner gave up 6 games in the first set and then only 5 combined in the next three sets.

McDonald learned the game in Berkeley, won a championship at UCLA and seemed to have a solid future as a pro. That hasn’t been the case so far.

There was nothing out of the ordinary, cheers for Sinner’s better shots, without any noticeable negative chants or shouts.  The obligatory on-court, post-match interview went on as scheduled, but there were no references to Sinner’s problem.

Obviously tennis spectators are not quite as demanding as those from, say, baseball or the NFL. You know that had it been a ball player who was caught in the mess as Sinner, he would have been booed as soon as stepped on the field—all the while protesting his innocence. Sinner, who is from Northern Italy, said he was pleased with the way the fans treated him. 

You don’t often hear that comment after a sporting event in New York.

Attles, 'the destroyer,' was a gentleman and a champion

Is it true that Wilt Chamberlain, who was quite a few inches taller and many pounds heavier, never wanted to get into a physical confrontation with Al Attles, the man nicknamed “The Destroyer”?   

It is true the night Wilt scored 100 points that Attles didn’t miss a shot, going 8 for 8 on field goal attempts and one for one on free throws. What also is true is that he surely missed a chance to make the headlines. Wilt was the reason.

Such thoughts entered the mind with the news Wednesday that Attles, 87, died at his home in Oakland. And so in a summer already sorrowful because of the passing of Willie Mays and Orlando Cepeda, the Bay Area loses another sporting legend.

He was a Hall of Famer, as well as the backbone of the Warriors for more than 60 years as a player, coach, and executive. The fifth-round draft choice who became a first-class leader and always was an A-1 gentleman.

I had an assignment—and good fortune as I would reflect over the years—of covering the Warriors in the 1970s, a period of transition and some time with those losing seasons, Attles had become the accidental coach named by owner Franklin Mieuli to replace George Lee. The going was tough, criticism was prevalent. Attles understood it was all part of the job, a job he hadn’t sought.

Along the way, there are coaches and managers who have double standards, who treat writers and radio-TV people they know one way and those they don’t know perhaps the wrong way. Not Attles, according to someone who was a “cub reporter” when Al was in charge.

James Raia is now a freelance writer whose specialty is the auto industry. Maybe 35 years ago, Raia was a self-described “cub” reporter in the sports department of the Sacramento Bee, and with some trepidation was allowed to interview Attles for a feature.

“He gave me about an hour of his time,” Raia said of Attles, with whom Attles had never previously dealt. Raia still thinks about Attles’ courtesy that day, choosing that as an emphasis upon hearing of Attles’ death.

What we’ll also remember about Attles is his relentless determination and ability to unite and inspire the Warriors in the magical 1974-75 season to create a champion. From what in the NBA Finals the Baltimore Suns called the worst team ever to make it to the finals. 

That team, led by Rick Barry and Cliff Ray, included Jamal Wilkes, Jeff Mullins, Bill Bridges, Butch Beard and Charles Dudley, and swept the Washington Bullets.

That team also received an unexpected but not unneeded support from head coach Al Attles. When the Bullets’ Mike Riordan tried to provoke Barry into a fight that would have resulted in Barry’s ejection, Attles jumped onto the court and got into the battle.

The Destroyer had become the savior. Rest in peace, Al.

Giants-A’s—An End to “Baysball”

“Baysball,” lt was nicknamed—a sporting rivalry that was without bitterness but not without spirit. The Oakland Athletics and the San Francisco Giants crossing bridges to play a meaningful game.

Chicago Cubs fans never would support the White Sox. As you know, the head of the Red Sox calls the NY Yankees the Evil Empire.

It hasn’t been that way in Northern California.

During the 1989 World Series, known as the Earthquake World Series, between Oakland and San Francisco, The New York Times ran a story on how different it was here.

The headline was something like “A region in love with itself.”  And you did see those caps with A’s on one side and Giants on the other? It would never happen in any other area.

Which, of course, is quite accurate.

So is the fact Sunday’s game at the Coliseum was the last between the A’s and the Giants before Oakland shifts to Sacramento. “Interstate 80 match-up” doesn’t have the same poetry as Baysball. 

Putting it into perspective, the Giants ending up with a 4-2 victory in 10 innings doesn’t seem to mean as much as the sad news that the series—as we knew it—was done.

We’re left with memories that mean so much to baseball. It’s difficult to think of the A’s without relating to the Giants, who by 10 years preceded the A’s by moving to the area. The Athletics came with heavy baggage.

They were owned by troublesome Charles O Finley—who could build a winning ballclub along with dozens of enemies.

The day in 1968 those Kansas City Athletics—who in an earlier time had already been in Philadelphia—announced they were coming to Oakland. Sen. Stuart Symington said, “Oakland is the luckiest town since Hiroshima.”  If you don’t know your history go to Google.

Finley got on people’s nerves, underpaid his players, and won. Meanwhile the Giants, who successfully attempted to keep Oakland from the West Bay claiming territorial rights to everywhere from San Jose to Marin, were not winning. 

Oakland, with players such as Reggie Jackson, Catfish Hunter, and Joe Rudy took back-to-back-to-back World Series Titles in 1972, 1973, and 1974.  

Indeed, the Athletics were in the Coliseum, which they were forced to share with the Raiders, while the Giants had a stadium under construction. That didn’t stop the A’s from lording it over San Francisco, putting signs on AC Transit buses that, to paraphrase, said “While they were building a ballpark we were winning championships.”

It was all in good fun, and isn’t that the idea of sports?  We will be missing that, and we’ll be missing A’s vs Giants. We will all be poorer for the way “Baysball” has been taken from us.

Kaepernick still trying to get back in the NFL; otherwise maybe flag football in the Olympics

First there was a story from Sky Sports that Colin Kaepernick is training again with hopes of returning to the NFL again. Then there was a story from NBC 10 in Philadelphia that Kaepernick wants to play flag football for Team USA in the 2028 Los Angeles Olympics. Well, they’re not necessarily mutually exclusive. And in either case, Kaepernick would play quarterback.

Which, with particular effectiveness, he did as a starter for the San Francisco 49ers, even making it to Super Bowl XLVII under coach Jim Harbaugh where they lost, 34-31 to the Baltimore Ravens, coached by Jim’s brother, John.

Since then, Jim has moved on, first to the U. of Michigan, where he won a national championship, and now to the Los Angeles Chargers. Kaepernick also tried to move on, but, we’re told, on the advice of his girlfriend, he took a stand against racism by not standing to the national anthem and also becoming vocal before games during the 2016 season, then opted out of his contract with the 49ers the following offseason. He never landed on another team.

Pro football executives have enough problems with people who miss tackles or won’t sign contracts, so whatever their political beliefs—and most are conservative—they tend to avoid players who make headlines for reasons other than making yards or making tackles—and Kaepernick remained unsigned. In October 2017, Kaepernick filed a collusion grievance against the NFL. He and the league reached an agreement to resolve the grievance in February 2019.

Maybe part of the reason is while Kaepernick is a great athlete—he set a record for rushing yards in a game by a quarterback in the playoffs against Green Bay—he’s not a great passing quarterback. In that Super Bowl loss to the Ravens, he had a short pass into the end zone and fired it like a missile, using strength not touch.

That said he surely was better than many of the quarterbacks in pro football. Despite denials, the owners were reluctant to give him the opportunity because of the off-field issues.

While it’s fine to pound the opposing linemen, players are discouraged from rocking the boat.  

Kaepernick is 36 now, and while that’s still younger than Aaron Rodgers of the New York Jets, Rodgers has a mammoth contract and numerous MVP awards. Kaepernick is unsigned and has been inactive for the past seven years.

However, it hasn’t dimmed his determination to return.

“It’s something I’ve trained my whole life for," he told Sky Sports, "so to be able to step back on the field, I think that would be a major moment, major accomplishment for me."

The probability is his NFL career is finished, although there might be a desperate team.

Otherwise, there’s the flag football opportunity in the Los Angeles Olympics, in 2028. It’s not the big time, but it’s a chance to get on a gridiron once more.

Curry has what was needed—a Steph-like game

Moments before he was to call the Olympic basketball semifinal,  Noah Eagle asked the viewers on NBC’s Peacock what basketball fans in general and Warriors fans in particular might be wondering. 

“When are we going to see a Steph Curry game?”

Of course, he meant one of those bravura performances when Steph is throwing in 3-pointers from everywhere, in this case using a pertinent reference, the Rhone to the Riviera. The Americans came back from 17 points down to defeat Serbia, 95-91, Thursday at Bercy Arena. 

Curry scored 36, and down the stretch he had plenty of help from two guys named Kevin Durant and LeBron James. Not a bad threesome. James recorded only the fourth triple-double in Olympic history with 16 points, 12 rebounds and 10 assists. Durant two huge baskets.

Now the issue is what happens: Is a repeat possible in the final Saturday against France, which although it may lack Serbia’s muscle and Nikola Jokic, will have the crowd—and the nation—on its side.

Can 50 million men be wrong? The United States can only hope so.  

Basketball was created by a Canadian, Dr James Naismith. Through the decades it’s been dominated by the U.S., which, since the sport became part of the Olympics in 1936 has taken gold 19 times of the 22 tournaments. There has been one silver (1972) when a referee cheated the U.S. in bizarre multiple-foul situations—and two bronzes.    

Yet it is all over the world. There are hoops in playgrounds, street corners, and farm fields all over the world. There are great players from Australia with Paddy Mills to Greece with Giannis Antetokounmpo.

The days since the U.S. Dream Team in 1984 with Magic Johnson, Michael Jordan, and Patrick Ewing have shifted. That year the opponents would ask for autographs from the Americans.  Now they are just as likely to block a shot back into your face.

This 2024 U.S. was judged just slightly by the Dream Team.  In fact, some said America’s number two team this time was the number two team in the Olympics. A bit overstated. In Jokic, the Serbs had an NBA Most Valuable Player, and the last top two NBA draft picks, including Victor Wembanyama—who the U.S. will face in the final game—are from France. 

Because of the pace of the games until the semis, Curry, arguably the best shooter in history, had been relatively quiet. Thus the opening statement from the announcer, Eagle, whether Steph would finally break loose. He did. Curry made his presence felt early on, scoring 18 in the first half when no one else on the U.S. seemed able to get a basket. In the end, he finished with 36, hitting 9 of 18 from behind the arc. Reminded you of the golden days at Golden State.

“To come back the way we did, I’ve seen a lot of Team USA basketball, and that was special.” 

So was Steph.

He had what Noah Eagle, the game announcer said was needed—a Curry game.

Simone, Katie, and even Djokovic—so far a "Sein-sational" Olympics

Television is an advertising medium, not an entertainment medium. The idea is to put enough material between and among the ads to keep us entertained and watching.  

Without question the Paris Olympics—the  NBC Olympics, if you will—have been a triumph. Thanks certainly to athletes such as Simone Biles and Katie Ledecky, whose performances never lack excitement or drama, the essentials that have kept us entrapped and involved. 

I come with an overload of cynicism. Covered three Summer and three Winter Olympics. Covered 70 Rose Bowls, dozens of Super Bowls, basketball championships, World Series, Masters, U.S. and British Opens. Been there, done that.

But staging the opening day parade on the River Seine, Biles’ dizzying spins, Ledecky’s ageless strokes and to win the men’s golf competition, Scottie Scheffler’s strokes of a different sort to take the men’s golf event, proved irresistible.    

The Olympics, the telecasts, have us paying attention to people and items we normally couldn’t care about but wouldn’t even think about, like women’s archery. There I was grabbing the remote at midnight and a couple of Korean ladies were shooting arrows at a target so far away 75 yards—three-quarters of a football field—at a target the size of a cup of Cappuccino from Starbucks.     

Lim Sihyeon took my breath away and took the gold a third straight time. Robin Hood would have been proud.

Novak Djokovic is proud. He had won more major tennis championships than any male but he couldn’t win in the Olympics. That changed on Sunday when he surprised Carlos Alcaraz, the No. 1-ranked player who had defeated Djokovic a few weeks ago in the Wimbledon final.

So many countries--you did know Djokovic is from Serbia—so many personalities.` For too brief a period, among the tragedies and agony, a world at play. A verification that determination and dedication have rewards.

Coco Gauff, the tennis player, and LeBron James, the basketball player, were chosen to carry the U.S. flag for the opening ceremonies, a very much deserved honor. Albeit, one based on their recognition. However, at the halfway point, if there is an American star it would appear to be Biles or Ledecky. The overall MVP is France swimmer Leon Marchand, who, memories of Mark Spitz, this Olympics, won four golds.

How do we choose between Biles, with her gravity-defying routine, and Ledecky, who handles every distance in the pool—or this time the Seine—and has medaled in her fourth Olympics? They’re both 27 and one would guess in Olympic competition for the last time, although they seemed destined to go on and on.

Every move and leap, and whirl made by Biles seems impossible but also to a novice so does Ledecky swimming 1500 meters in a quarter hour and admirable fortitude. The rest of us get weary just thinking of going that far on a walk, much less than a swim.

 If there were expectations, these games have surpassed them. They have been joyful and exciting. Not much more we could ask—including Paris as the setting.

Olympics will offer a perfect contrast to the Giants

The start of the Olympic Games would seem to arrive at a perfect time for the San Francisco Giants to slip out of the news before they slip out of the wild card race. If being below the .500 mark, they actually are in it.

There was excitement when the Giants entered the All-Star break after a mini-burst. But then the games began, and San Francisco dropped two of three to the Rockies (unacceptable) and three out of four to the Dodgers (understandable). 

There are truisms in what could be called California’s sporting rivalries. The 49ers always find a way to defeat the Rams. The Giants always find a way to lose to the Dodgers. 

Yes, that’s a figure of speech. The Giants literally don’t always lose to the dreaded Dodgers, but this season they dropped 8 of 11. Including the one Thursday, 6-4, when after San Francisco rallied to tie, LA won on back-to-back home runs in the eighth, with one of those homers coming off the bat of Shohei Ohtani.

Look, I know the Giants have won three World Series in the last several decades compared to one by the Dodgers. But there is no question that baseball in the West belongs to the Dodgers. The Angels and Padres are no less the pretenders than the Giants.

Turn on Kruk and Kuip and virtually before you get the TV volume adjusted, the Giants trail the Dodgers, 1-0.  You wonder, 'Hmm, is this live or a recording?' Inevitably, it’s live—the same story repeated.  

The Giants now may have a healthy and effective pitching rotation. Robbie Ray in his first game for the team—and for any team—after a long recovery from Tommy John surgery was possibly better than anyone might have wished. That offered optimism. But for the most part, the hitting has been inconsistent. The 8 runs the Giants scored Wednesday were equal to what they had in the other three games against the Dodgers combined. They were thunderous before Ohtani. Boom. Sigh.   

The Giants need to trade for a power hitter, right?  As do numerous teams as the trade deadline approaches. Do not be surprised if the Dodgers get the player in whom the Giants are interested. But do be surprised if the Giants front office makes a blockbuster deal. That’s rarely been the Giants' way.     

Bob Melvin, in his first season as Giants manager, sounded properly frustrated by the series-ending defeat Thursday. The Giants struck out a total of 16 times. That’s atrocious, even when Clayton Kershaw was making a comeback start for the Dodgers.

“It was a pretty deflating game,” conceded Melvin.

Maybe he ought to try taking a break by watching the Olympics.

Schauffele, after the Open win, chases Olympic Gold. Again.

He holds the claret jug. Now Xander Schauffele reaches for Olympic gold. Again. From Troon to Paris. From dreams to reality. From near misses to wild success.

From the beaches of San Diego to the top of the world—and that’s not a reference to the rankings, where Scottie Scheffler remains No. 1.

But if Schauffele continues his ascent or even duplicates his bravura performances the last two months, in time he could move ahead of Scheffler, former British Ryder Cup captain, Peter McGinley said on the Golf Channel.

For the present, we consider how the 30-year-old Schauffele, who previously hadn’t finished first in a major, took the PGA Championship at Valhalla in May and then Sunday took the 152nd Open at Royal Troon in Scotland.

Schauffele entered the final round of the Open tied for second with five others one stroke behind leader Billy Horschel. And then quickly enough served notice with a birdie on Troon’s infamous Railway Hole, the 11th, the most difficult on the course.

Striding elegantly down the 18th fairway in front of boisterous crowds—they so love their golf in Scotland—Schauffele came in with a 6-under par 65 and a four-day total of 275 (9 under).

That was two strokes ahead of third-round leader Billy Horschel (68) and Justin Rose (67), who tied for second at 277. It wasn’t as if Schauffele was a disappointment. He won a Scottish Open and the Men’s golf division of the Tokyo Olympics in 2016.

What’s important in golf, however, is winning one of the four majors. He had none. Now he has two.

“I think winning the first one helped me a lot (Sunday), on the back nine,” said Schauffele. “I had some feeling of calmness come through. It was very helpful on one of the hardest back nines I have ever played in a tournament.” 

Which it is supposed to be. The Open is the oldest tournament in golf and depending on the weather and the width of the fairways is often the most difficult.

After half a day of driving rain Saturday, the weather was clear Sunday, albeit hardly warm. The temperature was in the low 60s, not taking into account the wind chill.

Schauffele was always accurate. Within the last year, he has picked up distance to go with the accuracy, which as pointed out made him a factor in the majors. 

“He has a lot of horsepower,” Rose said about Schauffele. “He’s good with a wedge, he’s great with a putter. He hits the ball a long way. Obviously his iron play is strong, so he’s got a lot of weapons out there. I think one of his most unappreciated ones is his mentality. He’s such a calm guy out there.”

One of the reasons for his stability is his confidence developed through practice and persistence. He said that playing in the Scottish Open enabled him to understand the vagaries of lynx golf, which is far different than that played on a course in the United States.

“It’s a dream come true to win two majors in one year,” Schauffele said. “It took me forever just to win one, and to have two now is something else.”

Who moves out of the crowd to win The Open?

Yes, Billy Horschel suddenly was in the lead.

Yes, Scottie Scheffler was very much in contention.

And yes, as forecast, the Scottish weather was as unpleasant as double bogeys Shane Lowry and Dan Brown ll had on their scorecards.

It was round three of the tournament we will call the very open Open, best played with patience and a good break when most needed.

That was Saturday at Royal Troon, setting up a Sunday of possibilities and probably better conditions. Probably. But keep those windbreakers and umbrellas handy.

Everyone has a guess on the eventual champion, including the guys at the Golf Channel. Paul McGinley, a one-time British Ryder Cup captain, and Johnson Wagner, who until recently played the PGA Tour, chose Scheffler as the man who will win this 152nd Open. And why not?

He’s won six times this year on Tour, including the Masters, and is No. 1 in the world rankings

“The last round of a major is different,” said MGinley, and while he never mentioned the word pressure he certainly implied it.

Indeed, but as McGinley cautioned, that’s a crowded leaderboard of experienced players. Including, the man at the top, Horschel, who has eight victories, although no majors.

Horschel had a 2-under par 69 for a 54-total of 4-under 209. That put him a shot in front of six others—told you it was a crowded leaderboard—Daniel Brown(73), Thriston Lawrence (65}, Sam Burns (65), Russell Henley (66), Xander Schauffele (69), and Justin Rose (73).

Scheffler was at 211 after a 71 and seemed as satisfied as anyone can be on a day golf became a survival game.

Although the 37-year-old Herschel grew up and resides in Florida, he said he does cross the Atlantic in autumn to play the Dunhill Cup so he is not unfamiliar with the climate in the British Isles.

“I’m excited to be here. I’ve wanted to be here my entire life,” he said. “I’m finally here.”

He’s there, meaning first place, in part, because the second day leader, Shane Lowry, winner of the Open in 2019, ran into massive trouble from the fourth hole on. In front by five shots after the third hole, he fell victim to the shortest hole on the course, the famous–or should that be infamous—123-yards, par 3 “postage stamp”. He couldn’t get out of one of the steep bunkers and took a double bogey and was en route to a disaster, a 77.  That left him at 212, 3 back of the leader.

Horschel’s short game was the key. He saved par on five straight holes on the back nine when he couldn’t reach the greens because of the wind. He missed a chance at a sixth straight par save on the 18th but was still ahead of everyone else.

The downpour didn’t start until midday. Burns and Lawrence had completed play, which was to their advantage.

“I’m making a lot of birdies in the clubhouse standing right here,” Lawrence said. 

He was in the right place at the right time. He also made enough of the right shots. Will he be able to make those shots Sunday?

We will find out and will know “the champion golfer of The Year,” as the Open winner is known.

Royal Troon a royal pain for Rory

There’s a hole at Royal Troon, the eighth, that is so short it’s named Postage Stamp. Day one of the Open Rory McIlroy had a double bogey.

There’s another hole at Troon, where the train to Glasgow rumbles past called the Railway. Day one of the Open Rory McIlroy had a double bogey.

This is links golf, with wind, rough and fairways that in some places not only are narrow but are angled. The course was designed by nature which often has been less sympathetic to golfers than architects.

That doesn’t mean someone can’t figure out how to handle the course. Thursday that someone was a pro named Dan Brown. Not to be confused with the Dan who wrote “ DaVinci Code” or the one who is a writer for The Athletic.

This Dan Brown, or Daniel as he is listed in the registration, shot a 6-under par 65 for the first-round lead, albeit, a narrow one, a single stroke. Brown is from Yorkshire in England and is a regular on the DP World Tour.

And second, surely less unexpected on the leaderboard than Brown is Shane Lowry, who won the 2019 Open at Royal Portrush in Northern Ireland, just across the Irish Sea from Troon. Third at 3-under 68 was Justin Thomas, who twice has won the PGA Championship, while Scottie Scheffler was close enough at 70.

The familiar refrain among golf observers is that you can’t win a tournament in the first round but you can lose it.

McIlroy probably lost this 152nd Open, as did Bryson DeChambeau, winner of the U.S. Open at Pinehurst a month ago. To think that DeChambeau with a 76 and McIlroy went down to the wire at Pinehurst and now are scrambling to make the cut at Troon. Yes, that’s golf, particularly golf played on different continents.

The golf played by Tiger Woods in the opening round was disappointing, but considering his age, 48, and battered body, it probably wasn’t shocking. He was 1-under through three holes but came in with an 8-over 79.

As the people who play it from the amateur level to the pros, golf can be a cruel game. Those beautiful, expensive clubs, which produce birdies and smiles, can turn on you quickly and go from friend to enemy.

As Rory, who at the piddling 120-yard eighth, reminded us when he left a ball in one of the huge bunkers and had the double. He did the same thing at the Railway hole.

“This can be a tough course,” said Rory. It’s supposed to be. It’s The Open.

Despite Monty’s suggestion, Tiger isn’t the retiring type

The shots Tiger Woods took were not only with his clubs. At the beginning of Open Week, he opened up on Colin Montgomerie.

And so much for the idea pro golfers only treat each other with total respect. Hey, if you can’t have a good rivalry, then we’ll have to settle for a good feud.

Woods is at the 152nd Open at Royal Troon on the Ayrshire Coast of Scotland. As a former winner, Tiger, now 48, will be invited to play until he’s 60, which is only one year off Montgomerie’s current age.

Monty, as you know, never won an Open. Or any other major. Whether that failure contributes to a perceived displeasure, only he knows. What we know about Tiger is he disliked (putting it mildly) Monty suggesting he ought to, well, retire.

A cynic might ask, to do what? Play golf for fun? Something Montgomerie wondered if it was possible.

Woods hasn’t been in contention since his last victory at the 2019 Masters and missed the cut this year at the U.S. Open and the PGA Championship. All this hasn’t discouraged his loyal fans, but certainly has discouraged Montgomerie. At least one would surmise from his comments.

“I hope people remember Tiger as Tiger was,” said Montgomery in the Times article. “The passion and the charismatic aura around him—there is none of that now. At Pinehurst (for the U.S. Open) he did not seem to enjoy a single shot and you think ‘What the hell is he doing?’ He’s coming to Troon and he won’t enjoy it there either.”

Woods definitely didn’t enjoy Montgomerie’s thoughts, as Tiger made clear when asked by a reporter Tuesday at the scheduled pre-tournament media session.

“Well, as a past champion,” Woods said with an emphasis meant to embarrass Montgomerie, “I’m exempt until I’m 60. Colin’s not. He’s not a past champion so he doesn’t have the opportunity to make the decision. I do.”

If you want to believe this is teapot-tempest stuff, well, something real or imagined has existed between Tiger and Monty since the 1997 Masters.

Montgomerie was the successful veteran pro, a Ryder Cupper for England, who had been as high as no. 2 in the world rankings, and Tiger, after winning three consecutive U.S. Amateurs, was a hotshot rookie surrounded by expectations and hype. In the first round, Tiger shot a 2-under par, 70 while Montgomerie had a 72. In the post-round interviews Woods, young and enthusiastic, was understandably optimistic.

A short time later Montgomerie came into the Press Room, as it still is known, and seemed unimpressed with Tiger’s score.

He tried to remind the writers that there were three rounds to go and he was very much in a good position, subtly downgrading Woods’ chances.

However, as we were dramatically to learn, Woods burst free with a fantastic finish that included a 65 and 66. He not only won, but he did so with an eighteen-under par-270 that shattered the scoring record. Montgomerie stumbled and had a final round 81, finishing in a tie for 30th.

Woods was about to take over golf for years. Montgomerie was left in the distance. He could never get close, even with his comments.

It’s messy for the A’s as usual, but they still beat the Phillies

The mess for the Oakland Athletics seems to be getting messier. Not on the field where it should matter, but in the off-balanced world of stadium envy and franchise shifting

Baseball has reached that mythical half-season period known as the All-Star break. But what’s been broken, other than the usual number of bats, is the promise the sport belongs to the fans. Particularly those in Oakland, who are losing their team, slowly but unfortunately, surely.  

Try repeating the idea that the team belongs to the people who attend the games and that the owner is “merely a caretaker”. What A’s owner, John Fisher, is taking is the team out of Oakland.

The plan is the A’s eventually will be moved some 80 miles or so to Sacramento as a way stop before then heading another 500 plus miles to the Nevada desert. The A’s then are going to Las Vegas, where it’s been 110 degrees or hotter for 10 consecutive days. The wish most likely is in time the weather will cool down if the unfortunate scheme to take the A's out of Northern California will not.

Then again Las Vegas will have a domed ballpark, if and when it is constructed. The team, while filled with individuals whose primary benefit has been affordability, very well can hit, run and just when you least expect it, win. Sunday the A’s overwhelmed arguably the best team in the majors, the Philadelphia Phillies, 18-3 (that’s the Phillies not the Eagles to be clear) and took two of three games. A few days earlier the Phillies swept the Dodgers in three games.

True this isn’t football or basketball. In baseball, the bottom dwellers often do well against the top teams. Still, what the A’s did, Lawrence Butler hitting three home runs in what legitimately could be called a rout, is worthy of recognition. So are the impending troubles the A’s could face in moving to Sacramento, where the natural grass could be replaced by artificial turf at Sutter Health Park, where they will be sharing the complex with the minor league River Cats, the Giants triple-A farm team. It would be the only artificially turfed stadium without a roof in the Majors, meaning summer temperatures would be uncomfortable because of the heat reflected off the playing surface. 

“Decisions needed to be made sooner rather than later because there’s a lot of work to be done to assure the well-being of the players who are going to have to make adjustments to accommodate the decisions the league is making,” Tony Clark, director of the Major League Baseball Players Association, told John Shea of the San Francisco Chronicle,

If that sounds confusing, what else would you expect when the A’s are involved? It has never been easy from the time the late Charlie Finley brought them to Oakland from Kansas City.

But the old A’s won 3 consecutive World Series titles in Oakland.  Amazing how cursed this franchise seems to be off the diamond.

At Wimbledon, this Taylor makes sweet music

It wasn’t so much that Taylor Fritz’ reached the Wimbledon quarterfinals, no small accomplishment for an American, it was the way he did it.

Fritz lost the first two sets to Alexander Zverev, who at number 4 is ranked above him and has won two Grand Slam titles, and then came rolling back for a 4-6, 6-7(4), 6-4, 7-6(3), 6-3 victory which was as meaningful as it was exciting. For American men’s tennis that is. US ladies have done well enough, because of the Williams sisters and now Emma Navarro has appeared (and knocked out bewildered Coco Gauff). 

However, no American man has won a Wimbledon singles title since Pete Sampras. That was in 2000 when Fritz, now 26, wasn’t even a year old. Not that anyone believes that with Novak Djokovic (a seven-time winner), defending champ Carlos Alcaraz, or the top player in the rankings, Jannik Sinner, Fritz will get that title. Still, he is there, and that’s progress.  

So he’s not the most famous individual on the globe with the first name of Taylor (yes, Ms. Swift is). Fritz can make sweet music when the ball flies off the racquet strings and makes pleasant sounds when the racquet meets the ball. We’re not talking music here, although there can be a sweet sound when a ball flies off the racquet strings.

U.S. men’s tennis is longing for the days when Sampras, Andre Agassi, Michael Chang and Jim Courier were greedily collecting grand slams. The U.S. tennis establishment has been promising (and hoping) for a return to the good—not-so-old days.

Fritz, Francis Tiafoe and Tommy Paul were mentioned perhaps all too frequently of being the cast that returned America to where it used to be in the men’s game. Sort of like waiting for the Giants to finish in front of the Dodgers. At least Fritz remains at Wimbledon into the quarters where he will face Lorenzo Musetti of Italy. They have met on three previous occasions, with the American winning two of them.

“It was amazing,” said Fitz of his victory. “To do that on Centre Court at Wimbledon, two sets down.”

Centre County, under the roof, the weather almost from the start of the Wimbledon fortnight has been traditional, rain.

As almost everyone knows Fritz grew up with the game. His mother, Kathy May, was a champion, and his father, Guy Fritz, was a coach. Taylor grew up in Southern California, where he quickly showed his skills. He skipped college, turned pro early, and has been more than a minimal success, taking Indian Wells in 2022.

At the time that was big. Now he is chasing something bigger.

Klay’s departure: The business and emotion of sport

So Klay Thompson is going, leaving us with irreplaceable memories and leaving the Golden State Warriors with a void that will not be filled for a long time, if ever.

Those guys on the fields, ice and floors, they’re more than just the jersey with a team label. They become part of the community, neighbors. People you would want to succeed as much for their satisfaction as your own.    

Sure, Klay was the one who scored 37 points in a quarter, unprecedented, but also was the one who when he was residing in Oakland would stop by a restaurant in the Montclair area for breakfast or later after he moved to Marin would sail his boat around the Bay.

His game had declined to a point where he wasn’t getting the points and thus was made a backup by head coach Steve Kerr. To the Warriors, trapped between a salary cap and expectations, Klay wasn’t worth retaining in that situation.

That’s the business side of sports. Which too often takes control over the emotional side, not that the Warriors, to their credit, did not disregard the emotional side.

“We cannot overstate Klay Thompson’s incredible and legendary contributions to the      Warriors during his 13 years with the team.”

The note was a not-unexpected touch of class from an organization always at the forefront of sports. That is not to be confused with a touch of glass, that occasionally assisted Klay’s shots to reach the basket as he helped the Warriors win four NBA championships.       

Steph Curry, the heart of the Warriors, and Draymond Green will return, but the immediate future seems grim. The experts wonder if Golden State even will make the playoffs much less win another title. The magic word is rebuilding, which for a team that is mediocre—OK, let’s phrase it more delicately, average—takes patience and good luck, meaning a sleeper in the draft.

Some of the folks in the so-called Warriors Nation weren’t attuned until the era of victory parades. No one even referred to them as the Dubs.

Almost nothing stays the same in the NBA, other than the Boston Celtics.

Whether the Warriors had a dynasty is not important. They were winners, and one of those winners was Klay Thompson. Good guy, a great player, and is now a man of the glorious past. 

Sad. So sad.

Lakers get Bronny, Warriors desperate for Klay

So the Lakers got LeBron James’ son (why are not surprised?)

The Atlanta Hawks took a kid who not only seems as tall as the Eiffel Tower but can probably tell you its history. And Golden State selected two players unfamiliar to many of us. Maybe that should be, to most of us.

However, in Northern Cal this weekend of the NBA draft, what matters is where Klay Thompson chooses to land. When June comes to an end, so does his contract with the Warriors. Making him a free agent and thus unlike the draftees, he can join the team he wants.

It’s hard to say what Brony James will do for the Lakers, for which his dad is a full-time employee. Or what the 6-foot-10 Frenchman, Zaccharie Risacher, will contribute to the Hawks in his rookie season.

Klay is a four-time All-Star we know. As does Warriors coach Steve Kerr who said it most succinctly: “We desperately need Klay.”

Even with him, the Warriors figure to struggle. The champions have grown old, which is what champions do.  

Steph Curry is 36, Draymond Green is 34, and Klay is 34. The court is packed with younger people, stronger people. Even with those three, the Warriors didn’t win the championship the previous two years. And certainly, without each one of the three, they won’t even be in contention this season. This is perhaps the last hurrah.

The NBA, as the NFL, is designed for realignment. High draft picks, and the position of low teams, build new winners. Then almost before we know it, the new winners are old. 

It will be a joyful union for LeBron, a father at 38, with his son joining him on the Lakers roster. It’s a story. It’s been a story for months. But the Lakers, as the Warriors, have aged.

First-round or second-round picks are the requirement. Steph and Klay were first-rounders, and Draymond was a second-rounder. Talent.

The Warriors didn’t have a first or early second-round selection this draft, which didn’t seem to matter if you could mentally handle it on TV as every other team improved itself. Finally, the Warriors stepped onto the stage, although not in the stirring way the Lakers did, forming the first family franchise.

The Warriors traded the No. 52 overall pick to the Oklahoma City Thunder for forward Lindy Waters III. Then the Warriors reacquired the selection for cash and used it on 7-foot Quintent Post. He’s from the Netherlands.     

All is well and good, but they still have to bring back Klay.

Special memories of a special ballplayer, the great Mays

The only man who could have caught it, hit it. Such a perfect summation of Willie Mays’ baseball skills.

Bob Stevens wrote it for the San Francisco Chronicle after a Mays blast climbed over an opposing outfielder for an extra-base hit – was it at Milwaukee if memory serves?  

It was one of the first lines I thought about when I heard Tuesday afternoon Mays had died at 93.

The bell tolls for thee. Only two days ago there was a story about Mays, aging and fragile, not being able to attend the ceremonies at Rickwood Park in Alabama where he played as a youth when the sport was segregated.

Now a scheduled game at Rickwood on Thursday between the San Francisco Giants and the St. Louis Cardinals will serve as a memorial event.

The 660 home runs, the 339 stolen bases, the numbers that make baseball the game that it is will be properly documented elsewhere. Here the choice is to dwell on the recollections of a kid who on his way to becoming a sports columnist had the great luck of getting to know Mays from afar and close up.

Back, back, back. Special memories. 

They started when I was in High School and was able to catch the catch on TV of the ’54 World Series. Yes, you have seen it dozens of times in the intervening years, but I saw it live when it happened. After that, it was hard not to be a Mays fan. I saw him in person for the first time in 1961 when I was based in Fort Ord and drove the 100-plus miles to Candlestick Park. It was an evening when the pleasant temperature belied all the horror stories about the weather. Willie was roaming the outfield. I thought of that musical tribute by Terry Cashman, 'Willie, Mickey and the Duke.' The other two mentioned in the song were also Hall of Famers—Mickey Mantle and Duke Snider.

Willie was not an easy interview for a new guy.  I read how he favored the New York writers, and then he was comfortable with Stevens and Charles Einstein. I felt like an outsider. But in time my assignments as a golf writer for The Chronicle and then the Examiner proved advantageous.   

Willie loved the game until he grew old and then was unable to follow the flight of the ball because of eye trouble. He played when the opportunities were available.

During Spring Training, with the help of long-time Giants’ equipment manager, Mike Murphy, I would sit with Mays and he would pump me about certain golfers, primarily Tiger Woods, who had all the talent that Mays had in baseball. One superior athlete finding a reason to admire another.

When Don and Charlie’s was the gathering spot in Scottsdale, I, like every other journalist, would visit the place frequently. Mays and co-author James Hirsch produced a biography—Willie had been reluctant to do one—that came out in 2010. An agent brought Willie and a load of books to Don and Charlie’s, and Willie was autographing copies for his delighted fans. Willie, in a wonderful mood, asked my grandson, Ben, if he wanted him to sign a book. But Ben, 2 ½ at the time, shyly demurred. No problem—Willie signed it anyway. 

A great souvenir from the great Mays.