Imagine what Frank Capra could do with Sunday's broadcast of the 113th United States Open?
He'd have a nation in tears, kids cuddling their daddies tightly as dusk falls on Merion.
What a narrative: Phil Mickelson as a modern day Jimmy Stewart aw-shucking his way to a first and long-in-the-making National Open on his 43rd birthday, which also happens to be Father's Day.
It'd be an instant Father's Day classic: It's a Wonderful Life, Too.
And what a backstory: In 1999, he wore a pager at the U.S. Open and swore that if it beeped, he'd leave the tournament immediately to be with his wife for the birth of their first child. As it turned out, daughter Amanda was born the day after he lost to Payne Stewart at Pinehurst No. 2.
He arrived here on Thursday at almost 4 a.m. -- three hours before his tee time -- after flying back to California to see Amanda graduate from the eighth grade.
What a graduation gift he'd give her by winning a tournament he's dreamed of winning since he was h...