I remember when tiger was young and winning everything the british open was played just outside edinburgh [ muirfield ] .
I was in california that year and got to know the local barman quite well .
He christened me scotty .
That day the wind blew a gale and the rain came down horizontal .
The tv camera's followed tiger's every shot .
The same thing happened on most holes .
The drive into the rough , the iron into a bunker , the chip out into another bunker and nobody could sink a putt .
Tiger , along with the whole field was around 10 over par .
I walked into the bar and he shouted at me . Hey scotty - is that what you call a summer over there .