Sean zak
Tyrrell Hatton showed a series of emotions on Sunday at night in Oakmont.
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Oakmont, without. – You can only wonder what he was trampling around Tyrrell Hatton’s head while he did the lonely walk by us by marking Open. He had just played one of the most difficult rounds of golf in his life, he would end up connected for the fourth and he showed him in his slow, clumsy bar.
Hatton looked to the ground in front of him for each of the 50 steps in the interview area. What was he thinking? What did he mean for his day? What it Was There to say, anyway?
He had just signed up for a two-twin 72 he thought he could have been, surely MUST have been, a 70. Perhaps even a 69. On Saturday he had raised the alarm about the length of the bar in Oakmont’s The faces of the bunker, which made them extra treacherous. But in the 71st hole, his ball stopped somewhat in downslope FoRewoRd in a Greenside bunker. When he needed more birds or at worst, before, he took a terrible, Oakmont style lie, which led to Bogey. About 20 minutes and another Bogey later he made it a degenerate walk.
When asked to appreciate his round, he said all the expected things – it was “a very difficult day”, he felt he “played very well”, and reached the weather delay well. But then, the only thing came out in his crawling.
“The ending at the end hurts a lot,” Hatton said. “If you lose 17, with that stake, you have to lose it properly. I did a little. I feel like I was extremely unlucky to finish where he did …”
Before he could complete his response, Hatton stopped. In front of him was a tv of a little delay, and the surrounding green crowd of 18th – maybe 70 yards away – had just been groaned. Hatton turned his gaze from reporters to see Victor Hovland’s Birdie test.
His face was lit as the ball was almost falling inside, but tried.
“Excuse me, I’m like everyone,” he said. “Just want to watch TV now.”
Hatton is high in the list of the best you want to share a pint. If she pint came while looking at the golf, even better.
“What happened in 17 will hurt for a long time,” he continued. “It is the first time I was in quarrel in a major. That was exciting. And unfortunately, I feel like a bad luck I had taken away from me and eventually ended not being my day.”
Oakmont was filled with luck – good kind and bad. Maybe more than the latter than the first, if you survey the field. A perfect shot largely took fate from the game, but Hatton probably thought he had hit a good enough, and that he would have done immediately by losing exactly at 17 years old. But in Oakmont, missing at all is a slippery slope (in this case, Grabby). Hatton was 26 yards from the hole and there was no chance.
A golf player who feels unfair by Oakmont? Choose a number and get in the queue! But we wanted one more context. One reporter asked him what made him exactly unlucky. It was a genuine question, but formulated in a way that removed Hatton.
Why was bad luck, do you think?
His face told him all, stretching his neck back in disbelief.
“Why was bad luck?” He withdrew. “Well why do I do you Do you think it was bad luck? Kind what kind of question is this? “
Made what did that bad luck, do you think?
“Oh, you are thinking of stopping in downslope, in the harsh? How, that’s funny.
“As I said, if you lose that green, you have to miss it in the bunker. Of course a good shot, it would be in green. But I’ve lost it in the right place and was punished. Which after all, I don’t think it ends right.”
Ah fair. The main US word open. “Tough but right” is literally a USGA motto for this event. They never I want to overcome the line in the unjust. But they will surely try its boundaries, especially on this course, and in Shinnecock and Pinehurst. The players said the 11th and 12th roads, for example, seemed impossible to hold, even with what was felt perfect.
But Hatton was arguing for justice in the context of a lost blow. When they look at a hole, most of the goods agree on the perfect blow and they will be placed in a proper miss. But no one seems to agree on how severe and predictable in open hosts should punish those losses. Oakmont seemed to punish everything that was not mostly perfect. that It is what we could spend an entire afternoon by discussing with the Turks, sharing drinks and seeing golf. It seems like a sure bet he would have a lot to say.
Things moved quickly late on Sunday night, as they do in golf tournaments. As Hatton asked another question, we heard another murmur from the crowd to 18. Once again, his eyes retired towards TV. Jj Spaun had just hit his blow from 64 meters away. The murmur turned into a rumble and Hatton stopped the middle sentence. Then a roar.
“Oh, he has attracted him,” Hatton said, mouth agape, stuck in amazement. On television, the hit fell and the spaun started his putter. “No-credible”
He was surprised. That’s how we were. “Jesus Christ!” A reporter went, loud enough to grab the germ. Suddenly Hatton was minced, wide like never before.
“Affect a blow to win.”
This is Tyrrell Hatton right there. Chippy, fiesty, honest, enthusiastic, smart. This is an elite golf player made of casual golf. This is the knife edge a sh.ba – an impeccable 72 that was supposed to be a 70. Maybe even a 69. And then a sudden comfort, knowing that it wouldn’t matter either.
Sean zak
Golfit.com editor
Sean Zak is an old writer and author of Looking at St. Andrews, which followed his trips to Scotland during the most important summer in the history of the game.

