I was so tickled for Mike Weir yesterday. He never gave up, he never varied his temperament. His response to each shot, from fantastic shots to less than desirable shots to huge putts to missed putts, never changed. This is the sign of an incredible mental game. And that is what makes a great golfer. It is far more important than a perfect swing or great strength. He absolutely deserved to win. It was that mental game that sustained him in the playoff, and deserted Len Mattice. I also felt bad for Len, but the simple fact is that the best man won. Hooray for Weir, and hooray for Canada.

Steve, I am not good but I love to play. When we finally meet and I confirm that you actually exist and are not just a practical joke that Rick is playing on me, we will have to play 18 and then drink copious amounts of the vile, black stuff. My game has gone to shit since I started to get serious about music, but the sacrifice is worth it. But I still love going out.

All the best,

Mick