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I'm ready for the Open. How about you?
Sunday.
It's hard to be "in the zone" for seven straight days.
I think what you have to do is slowly build into the week.
For me Sunday is travel day.
It's just getting myself ready.
I'm packing my suitcases, getting myself relaxed in my mind
where I know as of when Monday morning starts,
I know exactly what's happening.
I like everything to be right.
I like the house we rent to be right.
I like all my outfits hanging, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.
I like them all ironed and pressed and ready to go,
my shoes lined out.
The more stuff I have already taken care of and done
ticked off in my OCD box,
then the easier it is for me to be able to focus on the job in hand.
Everything I do is pretty OCD, but it eases my mind.
Ironing my own outfits.
Trousers, shirt, sweater,
belt on, hat on.
It's all right there. I don't have to go searching in the suitcase for a visor.
There is a very complex six inches between these ears
which I have to kind of... level out.
For me Sundays are reflecting on past winners,
past shots, past holes that people have played.
When I sit back and look at the previous Opens
there's a number of Opens which stand out.
Seve.
You know the famous putt he holes,
the pose on the 18th green with his putter down, and his fist up in the air.
I think the Open is one of these tournaments which creates drama
pretty much every single year,
whether it's the weather or the wind, or just great golf.
Claret Jug for me is the one trophy you need your name etched on.
And I think it burns very hard
in every player to try and get that engraving.
We've all seen it, coming up 18
and there is the guy just chiseling their name into the trophy. It's magic.
And I think every player strives to have that etched in,
in that silver.
It would turn you from a good player into a great player.
By holding that Jug.