Cary,
I'm in a similar situation - and intentionally did not start a fresh thread as this might cause a hellacious fight - but here goes: An email to a dear friend up north, who asked my take on Sunday's result - which more resembled a Daytona 500 pileup than a golf tunamint:
John,
Please don’t hate me, but I’ve got a slightly different perspective. Yes, Tiger won - which was fantabulous for golf itself and sports history in general.
A lot of strange things had to happen for him to win - 4 of 5 balls getting rinsed on #12, Koepka missing an easy-ass birdie putt on #18 (not even hitting the hole) - and what can only be characterized as “group underachievement;” not one top player in the field is legitimately afraid of Tiger.
It is not 2005 anymore - and these men are longer, stronger and just as focused as Tiger Woods.
Maybe it was his last hurrah, maybe not. I was there, inside the ropes, every step of the way at Pebble in 2000. I spent Sunday afternoon, just me and Trey Holland, no bullshit. But Tiger is a different man and the field is waaaaaay deeper.
That goes for Bethpage, too.
I’m not sure Tiger has ever played the Dunluce - putting aside the rerouting they did - and it is Rory’s home track. Best of luck, trying to beat that kid (at age 30) with all of Ireland cheering his every move.
But that is not really my point, because it is even possible Tiger wins the Grand Slam this year - the Cubs won the World Series, Trump was elected President, Duke went down and the Warriors blew a 31 point lead in the last 17.5 minutes of play last night.
Okay, we have established the energy of the universe is like a juiced slot machine, you almost expect 7777 to come up - depending on who pulls the handle. A wild, unlikely conspiracy theory, but the idea Trumpet is president and crooked Hillary Clinton is now an irrelevant joke - flaccidly barking at the moon - sounds just as implausible.
Everybody could feel that hurricane of improbability, swirling in the distance. Like when Freddie has seemingly already won the Masters, before the first player went off. That ball on #12 stayed up because providence had made it fait accompli.
Tiger needed some help and he got it. But I do not believe it was not without some serious intervention with needles full of juice.
Now . . . . as a person who has endured severe spinal trouble my entire adult life, multiple epidurals, six trips to physical rehab etc etc etc . . . . . NOBODY comes back from four back surgeries - and however many knee scopes - without some “help.”
I spent a day with Tiger, just before he turned pro. Lovely kid, charming, funny, irreverent and cocky as fuck. However, the next time I saw him in person - a little more than 3 years later - he was obviously jacked-up.
My eyes do not lie, he may be a Brooks Koepka gym rat (like DJ), but Tiger's body was completely different - a skinny, lanky kid who suddenly looks more like a tight end or linebacker. Wider shoulders, thicker neck; his muscles rippled as he walked.
You know that I am thinking - and the rest of the golf world would be only too happy, averting their eyes and looking the other way - just like with Lance Armstrong, nuff said.
-g