The Greatest

Currently half time here at Papa John's Cardinal Stadium and its 14-7 to Louisville over Kentucky State. And feck me its a classic snapshot of America - a massive amount of stuff, fluff and rubbish around what should be the main event. A band of about 200 - who presumably are the ones who aren't good enough to play sport, the ones who never g picked? About 4 different teams of cheerleaders and 50 year old men saying "Aint they cute!". A crowd that gets massively over-excited about a bloke throwing a ball 10 yards and his mate catching it - isn't that his job?

But the people are all friendly and want to talk golf and London. And the weather's good enough to sit in short sleeves. Very impressed by the Cardinal mascot parachuting in unaided!

But all that pales into insignificance. After about 5 game minutes (20 minutes of real time), we had been introduced to some school counsellors and the US Ryder Cup caddies.

Then the moment of the week so far. The Greatest himself was driven in a golf cart across the endzone. The hairs on my neck stood on end. He's clearly not a well man but he still has that sparkle in his eye we've all seen on those TV clips, and that I saw at his museum today.

I've seen the Louisville Lip in Louisville. Whatever happens at Valhalla this week - that moment will take some beating.