Tiger is in the Building
I got to see Tiger Woods in person this weekend. Laura and I went down to Torrey Pines for the Buick Open on Saturday. We are both big Tiger fans, and wanted to see "The Man" in person. I have to say it was electric, to be that close to him. The buzz of the crowd that surrounded him as he made his way around the course. It was slightly reminiscent of waiting for the Stones to come onstage. He has 61 PGA tournament wins, and is 4th on the all time list, right behinds immortals like Jack Nicholas, Ben Hogan, and Sam Sneed. If there was a Mount Rushmore of golf, he will soon be the George Washington.
To say that I got to see him hit his driver, or knock the ball within two feet of the pin on a par 3, is the equivalent of having seen Babe Ruth hit a home run, or LT score a touchdown, or Phillip Rivers yell at a fan. They posted a sign up on one of the big jumbo trons around the course, and I can't stop thinking about what it said. Tiger shot a 48 for 9 holes, when he was 3 years old. That is unbelievable. As an ex golfer, (golf and I went through a messy divorce about 10 years ago. Golf has great lawyers, and got everything, my pride, dignity, what little self esteem I had, and about $200 worth of golf balls, which are sitting at the bottom of various lakes and ponds, and a few backyards.) I would've slapped my momma to have broken 50 for nines holes, at any age. {Just kidding momma, love you}
I don’t know if hero is an appropriate word for a professional athlete. Should we not save that word for people who sacrifice to make a difference in the world. Our sons and daughters in the military, fire fighters, and men and women of science who work so hard to end suffering. But Tiger does inspire, and he does make people happy. There where so many dads at Torrey Pines with their young children, sharing moments they both will cherish. I will always remember the first football game my uncle took me to. One dad had his little girl on his shoulders. I can almost hear that little girl 20 years from now, “When I was a little girl, my dad took me to see Tiger Woods, can you believe it, I saw Tiger Woods.”
To say that I got to see him hit his driver, or knock the ball within two feet of the pin on a par 3, is the equivalent of having seen Babe Ruth hit a home run, or LT score a touchdown, or Phillip Rivers yell at a fan. They posted a sign up on one of the big jumbo trons around the course, and I can't stop thinking about what it said. Tiger shot a 48 for 9 holes, when he was 3 years old. That is unbelievable. As an ex golfer, (golf and I went through a messy divorce about 10 years ago. Golf has great lawyers, and got everything, my pride, dignity, what little self esteem I had, and about $200 worth of golf balls, which are sitting at the bottom of various lakes and ponds, and a few backyards.) I would've slapped my momma to have broken 50 for nines holes, at any age. {Just kidding momma, love you}
I don’t know if hero is an appropriate word for a professional athlete. Should we not save that word for people who sacrifice to make a difference in the world. Our sons and daughters in the military, fire fighters, and men and women of science who work so hard to end suffering. But Tiger does inspire, and he does make people happy. There where so many dads at Torrey Pines with their young children, sharing moments they both will cherish. I will always remember the first football game my uncle took me to. One dad had his little girl on his shoulders. I can almost hear that little girl 20 years from now, “When I was a little girl, my dad took me to see Tiger Woods, can you believe it, I saw Tiger Woods.”
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