As the course veered nearest the rocky levee separating Royal St. George's and the whitecaps whipping around in the blustery English Channel, American Gary Woodland pointed a finger toward the sky and smiled.
The heavens were as gray as the lint from a clothes-dryer filter, but the sun was trying mightily to break through. A sliver of sunshine, however briefly, had just flashed.
"Almost," Woodland laughed.
A playing partner at the British Open, fading star Thomas Bjorn, was doing his best to ensure that particular word isn't his epitaph at this venue.