I shot, edited and uploaded
10 vignettes featuring Jeff Silverman,
who has spent much of the past two years researching and writing a new history
of the championships hosted by Merion over
the past century.
The videos, Part 1 through
Part 10, cover everything from the founding of Merion, to what makes the East Course special, to the story and
history behind the club’s famous red wicker baskets.
Here’s my personal favorite,
the video on the wicker baskets.
I’ve got an another update on Jim Finegan,
this time from the horse’s mouth:They’ve got him up and walking and he’s even dreaming about eventually making
his return to golf.
"Only a madman would look to the future of his
game when he didn’t have one going in," said Finegan, 83, laughing at
himself. "But what do I find myself doing every day?Wondering about how my game is going to
Finegan, the golf historian and
author, fractured his femur in a fall on the stairs of his Villanova home on
Jan. 30.He spoke yesterday by phone from his bed
in Devon Manor, a rehab center,
where he has been since a few days after the fall and subsequent surgery.He said he has no idea how long he will
be in rehab.
Sounding clear-headed and upbeat, Finegan did
change the medical report, at least from the early reports from his wife, Harriett.He said he did not break his hip.His only broken bone is a fractured
femur, in his upper leg.
"I am certainly feeling better," said Finegan."I am able to do things on Tuesday that
I couldn’t do on Monday.There is
His walk, he said, is an unsteady gait that
will earn him no style points.Still, Finegan
finds himself daydreaming about playing golf in the spring.
"I should be wondering if I will walk again,"
he said."But no, I am looking to
the point that maybe there is a short par 3 in my future.I should give it up but my mind keeps
dragging me back to how I would play."
The title of the book pretty
much says it all.Nothing enhances an
experience like knowing the history behind it, and this book is primer on one
of the most important events in modern golf history, the ’50 Open at Merion.
I read it when it first came
out a couple of years ago, but I was in a hurry, trying to prepare for a Q&A with the author, David Barrett.Now, as
I prepare for to the Open, I’m
re-reading Miracle at Merion much
more slowly, plumbing it for details.
If you want an appreciation
of golf history made in Philadelphia, this is not a bad place to start.
news for friends and fans of Jim Finegan is that he
is out of Bryn Mawr Hospital and in Devon Manor, a
rehab center, where he could be for a couple of weeks.
Finegan, 83, the golf historian and
author, broke his hip and two bones in his leg when he slipped on the stairs in
his Villanova home on Jan. 30.
been through so much, but he was fine this morning," Harriett, Finegan’s his wife of 60 years, told me Saturday
night.His pain is largely gone,
now that doctors have adjusted his medication, she said; his spirits are also better.
talking like a maniac this morning," said Mrs. Finegan.
Finegan is already asking when he
can go home, but signs are he’ll be at Devon Manor for a couple of weeks, maybe
more, said his wife."We’ll see how
it goes," said Mrs. Finegan.
historian and author, has been in Bryn
Mawr Hospital since Wednesday, after a fall on the stairs in his Villanova
with his arms full of ice cream and Diet Coke per his usual routine as he
headed off to bed at 1 a.m., fell only one step, but it was enough to break his
hip, his femur and a third bone in his leg. He underwent surgery to repair the
breaks on Thursday.
"Saturday was terrible but the
past two days have been very good," said Harriet
Finegan, his bride of 60 years, who heard the commotion when he fell and
No word on how long Finegan will be in the hospital.As of this afternoon, Mrs. Finegan said he was not yet up to
having visitors or taking phone calls.
Also no word on whether this
will bring down the curtain on Finegan’s
golfing life.No one is more avid
and, in his day, Finegan was quite
the amateur player, winning multiple club championships at Philadelphia Country Club.
was already used to enduring chronic pain, suffering from a bad back for more
than 15 years.
With the U.S Open at Merion GC only five months away, our vast staff here at MyPhillyGolf(me) is looking for ways to start
teasing the big event.
So I called my pal Jeff Silverman, who for the past couple
of years has been working on a new history of the great championships at Merion’s fabled East Course over the past 100 years.The book is due out in the months after
research has made him one of the foremost experts on Merion.He dug up
details nobody else knew about, he discovered a myth or two and he spent hours
on the phone interviewing big names and anyone who could help tell the story of
All this stuff is rattling
around in Jeff’s head, which is why
I asked him to sit down and chat – in front of my video camera.We spoke for an hour in his home office,
and I am in the process of cutting the video into 10 or 12 bite-sized morsels.
The first one, which I
posted this week on the MyPhillyGolfYoutube
page, runs the longest, just over six minutes.I’ll post the others in the coming
weeks, as I edit them.
Last night, for no
particular reason, my mind began to wander back to early August and the days
after I had returned home to recover from hip replacement surgery. Ugh.
Even with all the narcotic
painkillers, I was dopey and uncomfortable, unable to think straight.It took me 10 minutes to get up and down
the stairs, and once I got to the top or the bottom, I needed a walker get
across the room.
I was constantly worried
about falling, which would have been disastrous, potentially ripping out all
the metal staples that sutured my hip.Taking a shower was an
ordeal.Talking a walk outside was
out of the question.I was
homebound, limited to spending my days moving (slowly) from a dining room chair
to the couch.I felt like crap and
looked like crap.
Two or three times a week, a
nurse came to my house to draw blood and a rehab lady would check on me,
too.They were kind enough not to
comment on how exactly disheveled I looked.
One day, as I waited for the
nurse to arrive to draw blood, I turned on the TV and began flipping around the
channels.Wouldn’t you know, I
stumbled across an encore presentation of an episode of Inside Golf on Comcast SportsNet, where I am a frequent member of the guest panel on
the show’s weekly segment called "Teed Off."
In a bit of remarkable
timing, just as that week’s Teed Off segment began, my doorbell rang.It was the nurse.I hobbled to the front door, then
ushered her into the den.In an
even more unlikely bit of timing, as the nurse and I stood there, whose mug
should fill the big-screen, high-def TV but my very
"Look, I’m on TV," I said to
She looked at the TV, then
at a me.The me on TV was smiling
and neatly turned out, happily gabbing about golf. (The show had been taped a
few weeks earlier, after all.)The
me standing in front of her was pathetic, whimpering mess, unshaven, hair
sticking in her every direction, in cruddy gym shorts and a tee shirt.
"Hmmm," said the nurse,
which I took to mean, "Seriously, that’s the same person?"She looked skeptical and, frankly, maybe
a little creeped out.
"Should I know you?" she
"Do you play golf?" I
asked.She didn’t."Then no," I said.
Without another word, and
with my image still flickering on the TV screen, we both assumed our usual
positions for the bloodletting.