No one really lost on Sunday at The Olympic Club. Sure, Jim Furyk’s 15-handicap duck hook off the tee at 16 will always be looked at as the shot that turned the tide in Simpson’s favor. But Furyk played terrific golf for four days, even if his final round was less than spectacular. Graeme McDowell fought off a sluggish start to give himself a chance at a second U.S. Open title, but his bad miss on a 25-footer at 18 left him one shot shy of a playoff. The guy with the worst feeling in his stomach on Sunday night had to be Lee Westwood, who was poised to finally break through and claim a major championship after a run of close calls since 2008. Westwood never got it going on Sunday, driving his golf ball all over the lot and hacking and whacking his way to a 75. Ernie Els had a chance on the back nine, but as has been the case for The Big Easy over the last half-dozen years, his putter betrayed him when he needed it most.
But Webb Simpson didn’t back in to the winner’s circle.
He played the back nine on Sunday without a bogey.
That’s how you win the U.S. Open.
Honestly, that’s how the USGA wants it.
Unlike a “regular” PGA Tour event where pars on the back nine on Sunday get you run over, that’s rarely the case on Father’s Day when the national golf championship is held.
Pars are good enough at the U.S. Open.
And Webb Simpson as your U.S. Open champion for 2012 is also very-much “good enough”.
He’s a helluva player and, somehow, a better person.
That’s the way it should be.