9:47: A man hustles over to the area near the seventh hole designated for cell-phone talk and rapidly punches in a number, no doubt dealing with some sort of emergency. "It's me," he begins. "I'm here. You should see this. All this open space. And there's golfers everywhere."
10:02: As they walk alongside the eighth green, a young man has a question for his father: "This is really cool. Can you get me tickets to that tournament in Georgia, too?"
10:14: There is no ban on smoking here. Spectators puff away everywhere. Along the third fairway, a marshal sniffs the air and turns longingly toward two spectators: "You're making me jealous with that cigar." The smoker has a deal for him. "Let me inside the ropes and I'll give you one."
10:46: Yes, it's hot, but that smoke rising from the pathway between the eighth hole and ninth tee appears to be coming from Pat Perez's ears after the perpetually grumbling golfer bogeys the tough par-3.
11:28: A gray-haired man strides quickly ahead of his small group along the ninth fairway. "Did you see on TV yesterday when they showed them mowing this fairway? That was me. I was the one in the lead," he proudly informs them. "I was the one mowing right down the pipeline." Oh, that was you? So glad I TiVo'd it.
12:20 p.m.: One just-arrived spectator to his companion: "I'm not sure which is the first hole and which is the 10th." "It doesn't matter," says the other man, "they're all the same." The holes or the golfers?
1:02: As Rickie Fowler prepares to tee off, the crowd around the first tee swells considerably. "Wow, who's playing there?" a curious passerby asks. "Kyle Stanley," comes the helpful reply.
