I've slept on it. I've thought about it. I've spent two hours in the car listening to various radio poodles yap about it ad nauseum, spending way too much time on a topic that, let's face it, isn't exactly the political climate in Pakistan.
So I think I know what I think about what happened Sunday to Dustin Johnson, ambushed by a stealth bunker at the PGA:
I think the lad got hosed.
I think if you're going to issue a ground rule basically declaring any patch of bare earth a bunker, you'd better be specific as hell. What, exactly, constitutes a patch of bare earth? Does it count if there's grass in it (because there was in the "bunker" from which Johnson hit)? How much sand has to be present for it to be designated a bunker? A few scattered grains? A dumptruck load? What?
And for God's sake, if you're going to designate something a bunker, then designate it a bunker. Cordon it off. Keep the fans out of it. Leave a rake in the vicinity.
Do that, and there's no confusion. Instead, the golfers had to essentially guess what was a bunker and what wasn't. Even the officials didn't know. A rules official was standing next to Johnson when he hit, and apparently he didn't know Johnson was hitting from a bunker – or if he did, he didn't bother to warn him, which is frankly reprehensible.
In an alleged gentleman's game, I can't think of anything more ungentlemanly than standing by silently while a player who clearly didn't know he was in a bunker grounded his club, then telling him after the fact, "Oh, by the way, you know that patch of ground you hit out of back there? We've decided it's a bunker. Dreadfully sorry, old man, but that's a two-stroke penalty."
Like I said: Reprehensible. And utterly avoidable if the officials had done their jobs properly