This year, the U.S. Open returns to the site of it’s second playing — Shinnecock Hills Golf Club — and the story lines abound. Can we see another first time major winner? Will Phil Mickelson finish the career grand-slam? There’s more, but I’ve got to get to the casino and place these bets.

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This year’s tilt will be the 118th in history and will take place at Shinnecock on Long Island. If the name sounds familiar to those casual fans, it’s for good reason. All you golf nerds like me already know the stories, the Opens, the triumph and the (relative) tragedy this legendary golf course has seen. 

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Like many of you, I’m already looking ahead to next week — but there is meaningful golf being played this week in Tennessee! The FedEx St. Jude Classic at TPC Southwind in Memphis is always a favorite stop. 

Why? Who doesn’t want to go to Graceland? Poor boys and pilgrims? I didn’t think so. 

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This week, the PGA Tour moves out of Texas and begins their jaunt through the Northern United States. The world’s best head to the house that Jack built — literally. Muifield Village hosts the Memorial Tournament — where the man handing out the trophy is more important than the prize itself. 

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Hello Friends — and degenerates! The end of our long, torturous ordeal is finally nearing an end. The light at the end of the tunnel is now a solid beam of blinding light full of hope, the promise of Spring, green outerwear and pimento cheese. Masters week is upon us. Five words I have been dying to say for about 365 days, give or take. Christmas in April, the most wonderful time of the year, yada yada.

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It’s late on a Wednesday night here in Western Massachusetts, and I’ll be honest — there’s nothing I’d like to do less than write this piece about the Shell Houston Open. I’m sorry. My heart is already in Augusta, Georgia. My head, filled with dreams of pimento cheese sandwiches and Jim Nantz-isms. I know you’re all there, too. 

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