AT&T National

When I was 10 years old, Jack Nicklaus was attempting to do something that no 54-year old had ever done - win the US Open. The story had captured the attention of the sports world as the Golden Bear played himself into contention on the weekend.

That same weekend fifteen years ago a young Cosborne watching golf for the first time. I am not sure what happened but somewhere over the course of the weekend I fell in love with the game my dad had worked for years to get me interested in.

I havn't looked back since.

While we are telling the truth, I should mention that my love affair has been purely televised - I've never seen it in person - until last Friday.

My host family and I set out early in the morning hoping to catch Tiger (8:15 AM tee time) somewhere around the turn.

Unfortunately, it seemed half of Washington DC and northern Virginia had the same idea. We had to wait in line for an hour and a half to get on to a bus for the 45 minute trek to the course. But once we arrived at Congressional, all that was behind us all that mattered was what the Scottish like to call "GALF."

We arrived in time to watch Tiger play No. 6. By jumping ahead of the crowds, we put ourselves in position to see the entire green. It was remarkable feeling the crowd surge as Tiger drew near.

I have never been a huge fan of his, but I am afraid that I am becoming one. It was really impressive watching him out there playing. He is a big man with ample power but plenty of touch. He missed a short putt while I was watching. Could have birdied. He gathered himself and parred. The crowd followed him. We had been in the presence of greatness.

We spent the rest of the day wandering the course - Congressional was beautiful. The pros were great. So fun to watch them hit the ball.

I saw: Jim Furyk, Fred Couples, Boo Weekley, Anthony Kim, Fred Funk, Davis Love III, and many more.

I had so much fun. I was mad that I do not go to them more.

So if you ever want to go to a golf tournament. Give me a call.