On Father’s Day… and U.S. Open Pain

The U.S. Open is all about agony, and I appreciate that more every year.

Here’s my Father’s Day routine: I wake up… to no breakfast in bed. When the girls were young, they enjoyed bringing me breakfast in bed. They didn’t do that this year, in part because they’re grown up now and are not at home, and in part because I find breakfast in bed to be one of life’s more overrated luxuries, along with going to the beach and champa…