There will be a highlight show at some point in the future, but to get a true sense for the drama that played out in the final round of the New York State Open at Bethpage Black yesterday, contact your local PGA professional.

A number of them were huddled under the scoring tent watching above the 18th hole.

Several came out to watch Brian Lamberti and Keith Dicciani make a couple of unbelievable swings on the final three holes. I’m a long way from retirement, I hope, but there will come a day when I recall the events that unfolded that afternoon from a rocking chair.

There were all kinds of great stories this week.

Lamberti has a history of playing well at Bethpage, and was coming back after taking a year away from competitive golf to deal with a divorce. Read all of the details here.

Dicianni was playing like a machine. He strung together 29 holes without a bogey, which is ridiculous on that course following a U.S. Open, and was five strokes in front heading into the final round. And the Metropolis assistant didn’t play a bad round. He was 3-over on the final round, which included a double-bogey on the par 3 eighth. Dicciani went back and forth, decided on a 5-iron and watched as the ball caught a wind swell, landed on the shaved bank and rolled back into a pond.

Lamberti went birdie-birdie-birdie to win, and really didn’t realize the odds against such a feat until he was sitting with friends afterward enjoying the usual post tournament fried foods. And the birdie-birdie-birdie description really fails to do justice. Read all of the details here.

I was out of breath, and it wasn’t from walking up the last hill to escape the rain.

When it was over, Lamberti, obviously affected by the support he’s received over the last year, was thanking everyone. He started with his sisters, Faith and Dawn, and brother, Frankie. He thanked Golf Club of Purchase director of golf Carl Alexander, who provided a quick putting lesson before the state open got under way on Tuesday. He thanked his caddy Joe, a guy he met while throwing competitive darts in Texas.

There were tears when he pulled out a golf ball from the round with his young daughter’s name, Paige, written on it.

“All I thought about today were pars and Paige,” Lamberti said.

The other image that sticks with me is of Keith Dicciani standing in the 12th fairway watching a standard-bearer chase down a rectangular slip of paper. It was his name card. It blew right off the sign as the weather became a factor. That cannot be a good omen.