Though not in the same stirring, tearful way way I watched Jack Nicklaus 33 years ago in the dorm lounge of Queen Anne's Hall at University of MD, today's performance by Woods did leaven me, inspired me, brings a bit of hope to me that if, after so much time, and so low a falling, and so many ways in which the game had passed him by, that there was still a bit of redemption available to him...
Perhaps it's because if it's there for him, it's there for me too as I try tackle the slings and arrows of my own poor fortune and self-immolations. Maybe another day in the sun is out there for me too and I'm not just a 51 year playing out the string in middle-class anonymity.
It's funny, in 1992 when he hit the LA Open or in his run of Amateurs or in his first Masters in 97, Woods was a kid to me (even though I'm only 8 years older than he)...whereas Nicklaus career felt like something of my father's mien, Woods was like a precocious nephew...but now as his head is balding, and the lines in his face deepen, and his demeanor is less charged and more stoic, he is like a brother.
One of my treasured movies is The Natural, and there were so several moments today and this week, that (maybe because I've been anticipating/wishing on them for several years) felt like the story of Hobbs, the preternatural talent laid low by his appetities, his prides and (if you read the original Malamud with its much different ending...) lusts who despite his enormous gifts is still the subject of fate, pentitence, redemption and the energy of the gods...
When all those fine players...Molinari, Koepka, Finau, Poulter went plunking into the water, it felt like more than just a golf tournament; as if the gods had decided Woods had suffered enough disgrace in the last years, enough punishment for vanities which we all posesss...and lighted his path... An hour or so later, when he copied Nicklaus almost note for note on 16, Hobbs had hit the home run into the light towers, the sparks showered down, and the joy of innocence reflected in Pop Fisher's glasses as he rounded the bases.
I don't know what Woods does from here; though I would certainly enjoy a continued pursuit of the statistical mantle of the greatest, Golf is so fickle and these modern players so good I just don't know. I do hope that he embraces this newly reconstituted version of himself and not forget that the people, old and young, love him and that he deigns to bring his game to all the tour stops as much as health and energy alllow... I hope he is able to go to Hartford and Harbour Town and Fort Worth and the Greenbrier another time or two... I hope he can appear in Memphis and continues to play Riviera... I hope he will desire to captain the international teams and permanently re-instate his tournament in the DC-Philly belt... and I hope he will play Champions events with Phil and Ernie and Vijay in another decade...
He deserves to be seen and like Hobbs, when he walks down the street or hits at the range, have people say, "There goes Tiger Woods, the best there has ever been."
cheers vk