When almost bumping into Dustin Johnson as he ambled his way past the media center at The Open last month, I was tempted to put this question to him. Maybe I wouldn't have been quite so blunt, but I'd have loved a few honest words on his decline.
He probably would have offered up a minute or two of his time, too. He was unaccompanied - no manager present and no caddie with clubs. I would not have been shocked if he'd stopped and asked for directions to the nearest ice cream van.
