Overheard in the arcade at Merion

Welcome to Merion Golf Club, area Justin Rose survived a boxy analysis to become the best of the 113th U.S. Open. A complete Open acquaintance involves eavesdropping on beholder Cheap New Era Hats chatter. Below, some of the odd exchanges we overheard in the arcade over the weekend.

Man, on Saturday: "Next group: Tiger, Rory and somebody else." Woman continuing next to him: "It's some Spanish guy."

Spectator: "Who IS that?" Friend: "Jerry Kelly." Spectator: "He's still on tour?"

About Tiger's Saturday shirt: "It looks like anyone agitated hot booze down his back."

Hard-of-seeing spectator, afterwards Rory's access on 15: "That's fat, that's fat. Right?" Man next to him: "No, left." Slightly-blind spectator: "Fringe? Apron? Bunker? Out of bounds?" Man next to him: "Somebody, amuse get this man some glasses."

Man, to woman: "Let's not go crazy now, we charge to save M&N Snapback Caps   our activity for later." Woman: "But I anticipation you said we'd leave afterwards a few hours." Man: "I lied."

Near the 14th green, as crowds gradually (then exponentially) thicken: "Ugh, Tiger's advancing up. He's airtight my style."

Fan, watching Billy Horschel (who's shown, left): "If I wore those Octopus pants, my ass would attending like the Merion Aquarium."

Man, while walking beyond the fairway on the 16th hole: "What. A. Hole. I never wish to play it, but what. A. Hole."

As Tiger walks up to the aboriginal tee on Sunday, woman tus to man and says, "His waist. I'm accepting a harder time award it."

After a beholder thinks Martin Laird makes baboon on the 14th, "YEAAAA! Biiirrrdddd-VILLE. Birdie." (Laird in actuality pared the hole.)

Drunk spectator, cat-and-mouse for Phil Mickelson to Obey Snapback Caps hit his aboriginal tee attempt on Sunday: "Great arch of hair, Phil. Abundant arch of hair!" Phil smiled.