What We Didn’t Know About Tiger

June 18, 2008

This year’s U.S. Open golf tournament was much more exciting and competitive than your average walk through the kikuyu grass. But with this news it moves into mythic territory.

I wrote to friend Jason Sobel at ESPN.com Sunday, scroll down to 1:10 pm, about Tiger’s playing on a sore knee being impressive, but perhaps it was being overplayed a bit by the media. Missing from what he quoted there is that I said Tiger was no Johnny Baun (who scored a Stanley Cup winning goal on a broken leg). Wrong I was!

I’m sorry, but walking six miles a day for five straight days on a broken leg (yes, stress fractures are less painful than displaced fractures, but they’re no picnic) is no mean feat. But stopping every few minutes to twist the painful joint into a pretzel with the force of a very fit body behind it had to be excruciating. The ability to compete under those circumstances was laudable, notable, and possibly a bit insane. The ability to win under them? Epic.


O-ver-RA-ted? Not Exactly

June 16, 2008

My oldest sister pronounced Tiger Woods overrated on Friday. Do you suppose by now she’s realized how absolutely clueless that was? Even before he hobbled around to win the 2008 U.S. Open for his 14th major championship this weekend, that was a pretty darned stupid thing to say. Is he perhaps overexposed? Yes. Can the constant “Tiger Tiger Tiger” of the announcers get a bit tiresome on occasion? Sure it can. But is there any doubt that this man is head and shoulders above the competition? Not on your life. Read the rest of this entry »

Root for Phil?

June 15, 2008

Rick Reilly seems to be feeling sorry for Phil Mickelson. He wants Tiger fans to leave the fold and root for Phil.

I root for plenty of other guys, like Rocco Mediate (with whose sister in law I’ve worked for many years), local boy Sean O’Hair, and Rich Beem. But Lefty? Please. He has plenty of fans rooting for him as the anti-Tiger. You know, lack of fitness, insufficient preparation, and repeated mind farts resulting in unbelievably poor decisions that result in exactly what you’d expect under the circumstances.

I don’t need Reilly to tell me who I should be rooting for. I can see clearly who’s sincerely trying to win and who’s merely trying my patience. I can do without the Phil Mickelson pity party.