Culture
'I've got fight, and that's all I need': How Bob from Oban won the Scottish Open
NORTH BERWICK, Scotland — The 16th green at Renaissance Club sits well below the sloped fairway just off the Firth of Forth, low enough that not a soul surrounding it could see the golfer standing in the Scottish dune grass taking five minutes to hit the ball. They knew nothing of metal spikes or hidden sprinkler heads. To them, Robert Macintyre was nearly out of the Scottish Open, two shots back of Adam Scott with three holes to go. The dream of a Scotsman winning his national open would have to wait another year. Yet here they still stood around the green, patiently waiting, hanging on to some combination of courtesy and hope.
So as a ball appeared from the dark, cloudy sky and bounced before the par-5 green’s up-slope, confusion ensued.
“Is that Bob?” one fan asked.
“Bob?” shouted another.
Scotsman Ross Gray was the volunteer who found the tee shot in the dune grass in the first place. That ball had no chance. He then walked to the green to prepare for the next shot. As he saw the ball bounce and slowly roll up, up, up to within 6 feet from the pin, even Gray said, “That has to be his fourth, dunnit?” But one by one, the realization spread through the semicircle of fans like a wave that it was Macintyre until an out-of-proportion roar erupted along Scotland’s east coast.
“Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!” they chanted as Macintyre finally appeared, walking down the hill with a hand in the air.
Just like that, Bob from Oban eagled the 16th hole to tie the lead. From that moment forward, there was only one way this could end. Bob Macintyre had to win his national open. Thirty minutes later, he was screaming so loud he nearly lost his voice.
“I’ve been brought up to fight for everything,” Macintyre said, “and I just fought for it.”
Dougie Macintyre didn’t drive down from Oban until late Friday night. “My dad is a negative man,” Macintyre joked — so much so that the head greenskeeper at Glencruitten Golf Club doesn’t commit to the drive from Scotland’s west coast until he’s sure his son will make the cut. It wasn’t until around the second round’s 15th hole that Dougie, who caddied for his son during his Canadian Open win last month, felt comfortable.
Dougie is a proud but shy man, a skilled shinty player and golfer in his own right who never had the opportunity to chase those dreams further. He and his wife, Carol, raised a family just off Glencruitten’s 12th tee looking up at hills and fairways so similar to the ones Macintyre just eagled Sunday. They had four children of their own. Many more foster children too, including a boy they’ve watched for the past six or seven years. And Dougie passed the games he loves down to his children.
GREAT SCOT!!! 🏴
@Robert1Lefty wins the @ScottishOpen with a roar heard across Scotland! pic.twitter.com/Fe20zt6lcv— PGA TOUR (@PGATOUR) July 14, 2024
Maybe, just maybe, they’d be able to chase those dreams more than he could. Bob was a special talent, the kind who members knew was different when he was outdriving adults and hit his first ace by age 12. But Dougie and Carol couldn’t afford to send Bob across Britain to play countless junior tournaments the way most of his peers were.
Sometimes club members and mentors helped out financially. Macintyre’s sisters were skilled horse riders, and the family owned a horse for them to compete with. They had to sell the horse, Molly, for enough money to send Bob to the few tournaments he could attend.
He was never the sexy young prospect. He didn’t have the hype from amateur wins or college exploits. He slowly made his way up the ranks, and even when he automatically qualified for the 2023 Ryder Cup, it was met with skepticism.
“Your face doesn’t fit exactly because you’re not a central built guy,” Macintyre said, “and I just have to graft at it. The biggest thing for me was never give up. A lot of people might say, ‘He doesn’t quite have this, he doesn’t quite have that,’ but I’ve got fight, and that’s all I need.”
But there Macintyre was, standing on the 18th tee box with a chance to win the Scottish Open. Unlike the year before — when Macintyre birdied the final hole, only for Rory McIlroy to snag it from his hands one group later — the fighting Scotsman controlled his destiny. He entered the 14th hole three shots back and seemingly out of this thing. But he made the 41-foot birdie putt on 14. He made the epic eagle out of the dune grass on 16 thanks to free relief from a hidden sprinkler under his feet. The score was tied.
Macintyre isn’t the most imposing-looking individual. He has a kind, pale face that welcomes you, but he does not look like an elite athlete. He began the day playing in the final group with 24-year-old rising phenom Ludvig Åberg, watching as the 6-foot-3 Swede gave up a two-shot lead on the back nine and swiftly fell out of contention. The handsome Australian veteran, Adam Scott, the other man at 17 under par, waited in the scorer’s tent after missing his 14-foot birdie putt on 18. It was Macintyre’s to take.
Again, Macintyre found himself just off the fairway in some light rough. A pitching wedge was all he needed. He hit a high-arcing left-to-right draw that landed in the center of the green, leaving a double-breaking 14-foot putt for Scottish immortality. He felt strangely comfortable standing over it, too.
And when it went in, grown men hugged and cried. His entire family embraced. Soon the grandstands sang “Flower of Scotland” in unison.
Macintyre dropped his club and shouted with his entire body, thrusting his hips and pumping his fists. He walked over to his caddie to let Åberg finish his putt, then looked up in the sky with hands over his forehead in disbelief. He crouched down as he fought back tears.
Macintyre became the first Scottish golfer to win the national Open in 25 years.
“This is the one I wanted,” he said.
It’ll be a “good west coast cèilidh” at Glencruitten, as Oban natives like to say.
“It could be a long few days to recover, and we expect Bob up tomorrow with the trophy,” member John Tannehill said Sunday night.
A reporter then mentioned to Macintyre that he is scheduled for a 3 p.m. news conference at Royal Troon on Monday for the Open Championship, also in Scotland. He paused for a moment and said carefully:
“I think there might be a change of schedule. I don’t think I’ll be in a fit state to get to Troon. I don’t think I’ll be legally able to drive.”
Robert Macintyre is the first Scot to win the national Open in 25 years. (Luke Walker / Getty Images)
Oban took in Bob and helped propel him to the big time. In turn, he’s brought the town into the limelight. Reporters often make the trek to tell Bob’s story. Glencruitten has received an influx of business with people wanting to play Macintyre’s home course. Signs are up all around town: “The Home of Bob Macintyre.”
So when he moved to Florida this year to play on the PGA Tour and prepare year-round like most great golfers eventually do, he wasn’t happy. He talked often this summer about losing his “mojo” and how different life was on the PGA Tour compared to the European golf circuit.
It wasn’t until Wednesday that Macintyre divulged he would not be re-upping his rent in Orlando. It’s not worth it. He’s moving back to Scotland and will travel back to the States when the time comes.
So, the week he officially recommitted to his home and inner truth, Macintyre won the national Open against a field including many of the top players in the world. He left home to become great. He came back to prove he already was.
This all comes just five days after two Scottish men made their way up Glencruitten’s steep 12th fairway and onto the green and turned around to point to the home Macintyre grew up in. These were the men who flew with Macintyre to Rome to watch him in the Ryder Cup and played a round with him the Tuesday after he won the Canadian Open in June.
One of the men, Declan Curran, joked that Macintyre is downplaying the pressure, but they want him to pull off the double, to go win the Scottish and the Open Championship in back-to-back weeks in their home country. They laughed, but they believed it.
Macintyre is halfway there, but he’ll be happy with this one forever.
(Top photo: Octavio Passos / Getty Images)
Culture
Do You Know Where These Famous Authors Are Buried?
A strong sense of place can deeply influence a story, and in some cases, the setting can even feel like a character itself — or have a lasting influence on an author. With that in mind, this week’s literary geography quiz highlights the final stops for five authors after a life of writing. To play, just make your selection in the multiple-choice list and the correct answer will be revealed. At the end of the quiz, you’ll find links to the books if you’d like to do further reading.
Culture
What Happens When We Die? This Wallace Stevens Poem Has Thoughts.
Whatever you do, don’t think of a bird.
Now: What kind of bird are you not thinking about? A pigeon? A bald eagle? Something more poetic, like a skylark or a nightingale? In any case, would you say that this bird you aren’t thinking about is real?
Before you answer, read this poem, which is quite literally about not thinking of a bird.
Human consciousness is full of riddles. Neuroscientists, philosophers and dorm-room stoners argue continually about what it is and whether it even exists. For Wallace Stevens, the experience of having a mind was a perpetual source of wonder, puzzlement and delight — perfectly ordinary and utterly transcendent at the same time. He explored the mysteries and pleasures of consciousness in countless poems over the course of his long poetic career. It was arguably his great theme.
Stevens was born in 1879 and published his first book, “Harmonium,” in 1923, making him something of a late bloomer among American modernists. For much of his adult life, he worked as an executive for the Hartford Accident and Indemnity Company, rising to the rank of vice president. He viewed insurance less as a day job to support his poetry than as a parallel vocation. He pursued both activities with quiet diligence, spending his days at the office and composing poems in his head as he walked to and from work.
As a young man, Stevens dreamed of traveling to Europe, though he never crossed the Atlantic. In middle age he made regular trips to Florida, and his poems are frequently infused with ideas of Paris and Rome and memories of Key West. Others partake of the stringent beauty of New England. But the landscapes he explores, wintry or tropical, provincial or cosmopolitan, are above all mental landscapes, created by and in the imagination.
Are those worlds real?
Let’s return to the palm tree and its avian inhabitant, in that tranquil Key West sunset of the mind.
Until then, we find consolation in fangles.
Culture
Wil Wheaton Discusses ‘Stand By Me’ and Narrating ‘The Body’ Audiobook
When the director Rob Reiner cast his leads in the 1986 film “Stand by Me,” he looked for young actors who were as close as possible to the personalities of the four children they’d be playing. There was the wise beyond his years kid from a rough family (River Phoenix), the slightly dim worrywart (Jerry O’Connell), the cutup with a temper (Corey Feldman) and the sensitive, bookish boy.
Wil Wheaton was perfect for that last one, Gordie Lachance, a doe-eyed child who is ignored by his family in favor of his late older brother. Now, 40 years later, he’s traveling the country to attend anniversary screenings of the film, alongside O’Connell and Feldman, which has thrown him back into the turmoil that he felt as an adolescent.
Wheaton has channeled those emotions and his on-set memories into his latest project: narrating a new audiobook version of “The Body,” the 1982 Stephen King novella on which the film was based.
A few years ago, Wheaton started to float the idea of returning to the story that gave him his big break — that of a quartet of boys in 1959 Oregon, in their last days before high school, setting out to find a classmate’s dead body. “I’ve been telling the story of ‘Stand By Me’ since I was 12 years old,” he said.
But this time was different. Wheaton, who has narrated dozens of audiobooks, including Andy Weir’s “The Martian” and Ernest Cline’s “Ready Player One,” says he has come to enjoy narration more than screen acting. “I’m safe, I’m in the booth, nobody’s looking at me and I can just tell you a story.”
The fact that he, an older man looking back on his younger years, is narrating a story about an older man looking back on his younger years, is not lost on Wheaton. King’s original story is bathed in nostalgia. Coming to terms with death and loss is one of its primary themes.
Two days after appearing on stage at the Academy Awards as part of a tribute to Reiner — who was murdered in 2025 alongside his wife, Michele — Wheaton got on the phone to talk about recording the audiobook, reliving his favorite scenes from the film and reexamining a quintessential story of childhood loss through the lens of his own.
This interview has been edited and condensed.
“I felt really close to him, and my memory of him.”
Wheaton on channeling a co-star’s performance.
There’s this wonderful scene in “Stand By Me.” Gordie and Chris are walking down the tracks talking about junior high. Chris is telling Gordie, “I wish to hell I was your dad, because I care about you, and he obviously doesn’t.”
It’s just so honest and direct, in a way that kids talk to each other that adults don’t. And I think that one of the reasons that really sticks with people, and that piece really lands on a lot of audiences, and has for 40 years, is, just too many people have been Gordie in that scene.
That scene is virtually word for word taken from the text of the book. And when I was narrating that, I made a deliberate choice to do my best to recreate what River did in that scene.
“You’re just a kid,
Gordie–”
“I wish to fuck
I was your father!”
he said angrily.
“You wouldn’t go around
talking about takin those stupid shop courses if I was!
It’s like
God gave you something,
all those stories
you can make up, and He said:
This is what we got for you, kid.
Try not to lose it.
But kids lose everything
unless somebody looks out for them and if your folks
are too fucked up to do it
then maybe I ought to.”
I watched that scene a couple of times because I really wanted — I don’t know why it was so important to me to — well, I know: because I loved him, and I miss him. And I wanted to bring him into this as best as I could, right?
So I was reading that scene, and the words are identical to the script. And I had this very powerful flashback to being on the train tracks that day in Cottage Grove, Oregon. And I could see River standing next to them. They’re shooting my side of the scene and there’s River, right next to the camera, doing his off-camera dialogue, and there’s the sound guy, and there’s the boom operator. There’s my key light.
I could hear and feel it. It was the weirdest thing. It’s like I was right back there.
I was able to really take in the emotional memory of being Gordie in all of those scenes. So when I was narrating him and I’m me and I’m old with all of this experience, I just drew on what I remembered from being that little boy and what I remember of those friendships and what they meant to me and what they mean to me today.
“Rob gave me a gift. Rob gave me a career.”
Wheaton recalls the “Stand By Me” director’s way with kids on set, as well as his recent Oscars tribute.
Rob really encouraged us to be kids.
Jerry tells the most amazing story about that scene, where we were all sitting around, and doing our bit, and he improvised. He was just goofing around — we were just playing — and he said something about spitting water at the fat kid.
We get to the end of the scene, and he hears Rob. Rob comes around from behind the thing, and he goes, “Jerry!” And Jerry thinks, “Oh no, I’m in trouble. I’m in trouble because I improvised, and I’m not supposed to improvise.”
The context for Jerry is that he had been told by the adults in his life, “Sit on your hands and shut up. Stop trying to be a cutup. Stop trying to be funny. Stop disrupting people. Just be quiet.” And Jerry thinks, “Oh my God. I didn’t shut up. I’m in trouble. I’m gonna get fired.”
Rob leans in to all of us, and Rob says, “Hey, guys, do you see that? More of that. Do that!”
The whole time when you’re a kid actor, you’re just around all these adults who are constantly telling you to grow up. They’re mad that you’re being a kid. Rob just created an environment where not only was it supported that we would be kids — and have fun, and follow those kid instincts and do what was natural — it was expected. It was encouraged. We were supposed to do it.
They chanted together:
“I don’t shut up,
I grow up.
And when I look at you I throw up.”
“Then your mother goes around the corner
and licks it up,”
I said, and hauled ass out of there,
giving them the finger over my shoulder as I went.
I never had any friends later on
like the ones I had when I was twelve.
Jesus, did you?
When we were at the Oscars, I looked at Jerry. And we looked at this remarkable assemblage of the most amazingly talented, beautiful artists and storytellers. We looked around, and Jerry leans down, and he said, “We all got our start with Rob Reiner. He trusted every single one of us.”
And to stand there for him, when I really thought that I would be standing with him to talk about this stuff — it was a lot.
“I was really really really excited — like jumping up and down.”
The scene Wheaton was most looking forward to narrating: the tale of Lard Ass Hogan.
I was so excited to narrate it. It’s a great story! It’s a funny story. It’s such a lovely break — it’s an emotional and tonal shift from what’s happening in the movie.
I know this as a writer: You work to increase and release tension throughout a narrative, and Stephen King uses humor really effectively to release that tension. But it also raises the stakes, because we have these moments of joy and these moments of things being very silly in the midst of a lot of intensity.
That’s why the story of Lard Ass Hogan is so fun for me to tell. Because in the middle of that, we stop to do something that’s very, very fun, and very silly and very celebratory.
“Will you shut up and let him tell it?”
Teddy hollered.
Vern blinked.
“Sure. Yeah.
Okay.”
“Go on, Gordie,”
Chris said. “It’s not really much—”
“Naw,
we don’t expect much from a wet end like you,”
Teddy said,
“but tell it anyway.”
I cleared my throat. “So anyway.
It’s Pioneer Days,
and on the last night
they have these three big events.
There’s an egg-roll for the little kids and a sack-race for kids that are like eight or nine,
and then there’s the pie-eating contest.
And the main guy of the story
is this fat kid nobody likes
named Davie Hogan.”
When I narrate this story — whenever there is a moment of levity or humor, whenever there are those brief little moments that are the seasoning of the meal that makes it all so real and relatable — yes, it was very important to me to capture those moments.
I’m shifting in my chair, so I can feel each of those characters. It’s something that doesn’t exist in live action. It doesn’t exist in any other media.
“I feel the loss.”
Wheaton remembers River Phoenix.
The novella “The Body” is very much about Gordie remembering Chris. It’s darker, and it’s more painful, than the movie is.
I’ve been watching the movie on this tour and seeing River a lot. I remember him as a 14- and 15-year-old kid who just seemed so much older, and so much more experienced and so much wiser than me, and I’m only a year younger than him.
What hurts me now, and what I really felt when I was narrating this, is knowing what River was going through then. We didn’t know. I still don’t know the extent of how he was mistreated, but I know that he was. I know that adults failed him. That he should have been protected in every way that matters. And he just wasn’t.
And I, like Gordie, remember a boy who was loving. So loving, and generous and cared deeply about everyone around him, all the time. Who deserved to live a full life. Who had so much to offer the world. And it’s so unfair that he’s gone and taken from us. I had to go through a decades-long grieving process to come to terms with him dying.
Near the end
of 1971,
Chris
went into a Chicken Delight in Portland
to get a three-piece Snack Bucket.
Just ahead of him,
two men started arguing
about which one had been first in line. One of them pulled a knife.
Chris,
who had always been the best of us
at making peace,
stepped between them and was stabbed in the throat.
The man with the knife had spent time in four different institutions;
he had been released from Shawshank State Prison
only the week before.
Chris died almost instantly.
It is a privilege that I was allowed to tell this story. I get to tell Gordie Lachance’s story as originally imagined by Stephen King, with all of the experience of having lived my whole adult life with the memory of spending three months in Gordie Lachance’s skin.
-
South-Carolina6 days agoSouth Carolina vs TCU predictions for Elite Eight game in March Madness
-
Miami, FL1 week agoJannik Sinner’s Girlfriend Laila Hasanovic Stuns in Ab-Revealing Post Amid Miami Open
-
Education1 week agoVideo: Transgender Athletes Barred From Women’s Olympic Events
-
Minneapolis, MN1 week agoBoy who shielded classmate during school shooting receives Medal of Honor
-
Vermont6 days ago
Skier dies after fall at Sugarbush Resort
-
Politics7 days agoTrump’s Ballroom Design Has Barely Been Scrutinized
-
Atlanta, GA6 days agoFetishist ‘No Kings’ protester in mask drags ‘Trump’ and ‘JD Vance’ behind her wheelchair
-
Politics1 week agoWATCH: Senate hearing goes silent after Angel Father confronts top Dem over daughter’s death