About three years ago, I went to Westchester to watch the Buick. After a rain delay, a number of the players went to the range to warm up. I stood behind Faldo and Tiger.
First, TV does not do justice to how big Faldo is. And I don't just mean tall/broad. He is very muscular, with lats sticking out of his shirt.
Tiger obviously attracted a huge crowd. He was awesome. There was a net about 80 yards away. He took his lob wedge and dropped his first ball about five yards short. Next ball was about five yards long. Third ball was in the net. Put that club away and grabbed a sand wedge. Another net was about 110 yards away. He did the exact same thing! One short, one long, one in. He rarely hit an iron more than three or four times before moving on.
He was equally impressive with his woods. He was picking out targets all over the range and hitting them—some with high bombs, other times with the low stinger. Amazing.
Meanwhile, Faldo was plodding away. Every single swing he took was identical. Wedge, 4-iron, driver—it didn't matter. The swing and tempo never changed, nor did the ball flight. everything came off the exact same way.
After about 20 minutes, Tiger left to go to the putting green. Faldo kept on hitting balls. After about 50 minutes, Faldo packed up to leave. As he walked off, I looked down at where he had been hitting. He left a PERFECT square of a divot pattern in the range. This thing was about a foot wide and a foot long. It was perfectly symmetrical on the edges and in the divot depth. He had to have hit about 100 balls with a swing with zero variance. It was the most incredible display of precision I have ever seen on a golf course.