Parnevik fashions a flukily fine round

VANCOUVER— This was well beyond cats and canaries. There were pro golfers — Mike Weir foremost among them — wandering around Shaughnessy yesterday looking as if they had fallen out of third-floor windows, but landed on their feet and walked away unharmed. How else to describe it? Weir gutted out a one- over 71 after 80 had seemed reasonable — 40- 31 is a dangerous way to work and play on any golf course, much less this toothy beauty — while a couple of the leading types turned handkerchiefs into doves, or other kinds of birdies. One of the first- day contenders at the Bell Canadian Open, Jesper Parnevik, pulled off the greatest escape of all, though: he somehow successfully evaded the fashion police. The stovepipe Swede wore traffic- pylon- orange pants with ahospital- green shirt and thereby posted a sartorial split decision over playing partner Aaron Baddeley, the guy whose nickname is Dresses. Baddeley was reserved this day, in screaming yellow shirt, electric blue pants and wide belt rescued from a John Travolta yard sale.

Parnevik chipped in twice, which is a wonderful but seldom reliable way to play. On Shaughnessy, though, where the rough