No matter who wins this year’s World Series, it’s going to be one rollicking party.
Baseball’s annual Fall Classic drips with a distinctive brand of history in 2016. The Chicago Cubs and Cleveland Indians share a common bond, through decades of ineptitude – all forgiven now, because they both stand one step from the mountaintop.
But those long years of losing offer context to this year’s Series, starting October 25th in Cleveland. These are two of the sport’s oldest franchises, dating to 1876 for the Cubs (when they were known as the Chicago White Stockings) and 1901 for the Indians (then the Cleveland Blues). All this history, so little joy – that explains why Chicago and Cleveland are bursting at their seams in excitement.
If there’s a common thread to the destinations on this list – ten great golf courses only accessible (or more easily accessible) by private jet – it’s probably this: An inviting, middle-of-nowhere flavor, safely removed from civilization as we know it.
I’ve covered nearly 40 major championships over the years, and countless other big events, and idle chatter among tour pros and writers often veers toward tantalizing golf escapes. The design of the course matters – it takes a deft touch to seamlessly carve a challenging layout into the land – and so does the environment, ideally a mix of invigorating scenery and welcome tranquility.
The U.S. Open offers a distinctive blend of sporting urgency and big-city entertainment. It’s the season’s final Grand Slam event, so the world’s top players are eager to make one last splash and etch their name into tennis lore.
And really, there’s no better place to make a memorable splash than the Big Apple, with its uniquely bustling, eclectic aura. The crowds invariably include all manner of fans, from the dignified to the, uh, loud. A friend who has covered many Opens calls them a “great conglomeration of humanity,” in which conventional boundaries take a holiday.
This was most evident in the late 1970s and early ‘80s, when John McEnroe and Jimmy Connors practically traded the men’s title (they combined to win seven straight, from 1978 through ’84) and spectators occasionally shouted in the middle of a player’s serve. That’s certainly excessive, but it speaks to the passionate and boisterous setting in the United States’ largest, sports-crazed metropolis.