On Tiger Woods and Augusta

Tiger makes his return at Augusta National.

Thrash TalkI’ve started to question recently if I’m truly a golf fan.

Every now and then we’ll get a TST forum member who decides that no one is a “real golf fan.” They believe themselves to be, apparently, the sole member of this rare species. The rest of us are Phil fans, or Tiger fans, or Joost Luiten fans. Maybe they’re right.

I think I’m a real golf fan. I still love playing golf, and I love following it, but there are a lot of ancillary aspects of the sport that grate at me. Golf isn’t a particularly mainstream sport, and I think part of that owes to the general attitude of many golfers. Because allegiances aren’t (grain flow) forged at birth, golf fans tend to pick their favorite golfers irrationally, and that boils over into their general golf fandom. Black-and-white opinions bug me in general, but especially in the golf world, a sport built on a foundation of black-and-white rules, they tend to be the norm. Nuance is lost. Outrage and sensationalism wins out over enjoyment. It stops being entertainment.

Golf has always been entertainment for me. If it ever ceases to be, I’ll move on. Everyone keeps telling me hockey is great.

The first memory I have of watching sports is the 1997 Masters. That’s not just the time I got into golf, that’s the first time I’d heard of it; the first time whacking a tiny white ball even made sense to my brain. I remember watching a young Tiger Woods crush the field, showing no mercy even when his lead was insurmountable. It was like watching a superhero, which was pretty much all I normally watched on TV. Tiger Woods and Power Rangers. I was four.

Because of this, I have a different view on the world of golf than most golf writers. No one from Golf Digest, Sports Illustrated, or ESPN has the perspective I have on the career of Tiger Woods. I’m not Rick Reilly or Tim Rosaforte, and I’m definitely not Brandel Chamblee. The history of golf fascinates me, but not in a selectively-mined, sepia-tinted sort of way.

Tiger Woods 2015 Masters Practice Shrug

Sports fandom is irrational. It’s emotional. We pick our favorites for patently dumb reasons. Geographic location? Unless you live in the heart of the Bronx, the Yankees do no more for your property value than the Marlins. Hell, that new stadium probably cost you some money. People pick their teams based on who was winning at the time (ahem, Cowboys fans), who their parents rooted for, and even the colors of the team. None of them are thought-out reasons. No one has ever made an NBA fandom spreadsheet and came out a die-hard Blazers fan.

Golf takes that to the extreme. If we went with geographic location, most people north of Carolina would have no one to root for, and Floridians would be seriously confused. Am I fan of the guy from east of Tampa or the guy from west of Miami? What about the Jacksonville kid who went to The U?

So when I was four, I picked Tiger Woods. It was hard not to, since he went on to absolutely dominate the game of golf. I grew up watching him, emulating his swing (poorly), playing his video games (less poorly). Nike might have broken even on their sponsorship of him just because of me. I’ve still got Nike irons, and when I wear a golf hat, you can bet it’ll have a swoosh or two.

It’s one thing to latch onto a great player and accrue a rooting fandom, it’s another altogether to develop a near-Pavlovian response to their very televised presence.

My fandom fell short of hero status – I knew from a young age that I was never going to be a professional golfer. I didn’t have to look up to a professional athlete for inspiration in life, but I needed guidance on the golf course. I emulated his go-for-broke strategy, his supreme golf IQ, and I learned how to get myself out of the trouble I always seemed to get into on the course.

I remember Jim Nantz’s famous “yes you MAY!” cheer when Tiger nearly lost at Valhalla. I watched the 2001 season, the Tiger Slam, the massive win at Pebble Beach. That earlier knee injury, the 81 at a rain-soaked Muirfield in 2002. I remember his drought from 2003 to 2004, as he adapted to the Haney swing.

Tiger Woods 2015 Masters Practice

I was awe-struck as Tiger chipped in on 16th at Augusta in 2005. I remember the moment that ball came off, I though he had mis-hit it. 20 feet left of the hole? No way.

No way.

Way. Oh wow indeed.

I’ve rooted for him to break Byron Nelson’s win streak the few times he’s threatened it, and I wanted him to demolish Jack’s 18 majors. (I still do.) I lived and died during his short-lived 2008 season (only Bob Smiley watched more golf than me that year). I was glued to the T.V. during the U.S. Open, especially with the rounds ending during prime time here on the east coast. I was witnessing history.

It’s not often that the guys you root for from the start make it big. Truly, world-definingly gigantic. There is no better feeling in sports than watching the players that you’ve spent so much time watching actually accomplishing their goals; your goals. It’s like watching an indie band finally make it big – you feel like some small part of that triumph was yours.

I don’t tune into a golf broadcast to learn life lessons (my guess is most people share that same view), just like I switch away when Bob Costas decides to give a halftime lecture during Sunday Night Football. I’m there to watch golf, and for all of his personal transgressions (that’s what we’ve all decided to call it, right? “Transgressions?”), Tiger Woods is one damn entertaining golfer.

But people seem to want to talk about this stuff, so yes, by all accounts he’s an asshole. Or at least he comes off as one. He doesn’t go out of his way to make the big Phil Mickelson gestures, and he’s notoriously cold and calculating with his personal persona.

I don’t need to be endlessly coddled by the athletes I watch or the writers I read or the actors I’m entertained by. I don’t need public apologies from people I’ve never met who may have insulted my delicate sensibilities. The righteous indignation that people seem to want to pile on people whose actions don’t impact them doesn’t appeal to me.

Tiger Woods 2015 Farmers Insurance Torrey

I could also talk about the good things he’s done, but you probably don’t want to hear that. So I’ll avoid mentioning the Tiger Woods Foundation, which has aided the lives of millions of children. I’ll avoid patting him on the back for the huge money he’s brought to the PGA Tour through television ratings. (Don’t believe me, TaylorMade CEO Mark King? Ask the Players Championship, or the AT&T National. Oh, you remember the AT&T National, the event that Tiger hosts to benefit his foundation and support the U.S. Armed Forces.) I should probably avoid talking about the indirect benefits that have befallen on golf companies (and not exclusively Nike), and the stores that sell their products. And courses around the country, who have in no insignificant amount benefitted from the press he has brought to golf. Nah, I won’t mention those things. That would be inconvenient.

Golf is going to be without Tiger Woods eventually. Judging by current events, the #hotsportstakes machine would have you believe that may be the case sooner rather than later, and they may be right. I’m not ready to write his eulogy, and I might never be ready to, but eventually the day will come when watching Tiger Woods tear up 18 holes of a golf course will cease to be an option.

The current young crop of golfers may be deep, and there may be a few very good players, but none of them are even close to as entertaining. None of them break the mold and break their opponents. They’re great, but bland. They’re walking stereotypes. They can’t fist pump.

Tiger will tee it up this coming week at Augusta National ranked outside the top 100 for the first time since the Clinton Administration. He’s ranked behind titans of the sport like Danny Willett, Andy Sullivan, Jerry Martin, and Justin Thomas (one of those names is fake – no cheating!). The last time we saw him on camera he probably couldn’t have beaten some of the Drive, Chip, and Putt kids around the greens.

But I’m going to watch every minute I can. I’ll have three screens going, testing the limits of my ISP’s bandwidth. Because he’s Tiger Woods. And they’re not.

So maybe I am just a Tiger Woods fan. I can live with that.

Photo Credits: © Maddie Meyer, © Ezra Shaw, © Andrew Redington, © Todd Warshaw.

6 thoughts on “On Tiger Woods and Augusta”

  1. This is an interesting article. I think my golf fandom mirrors yours quit a bit. Growing up in a blue-collar household on Long Island where I played football, basketball, and baseball all through high school, I thought golf was a sport for the rich snobs who got to drive new cars to school while I had a beat-up Chevy Malibu. When I “turned on” to golf, I was about 20, which was a year before TW turned pro. I was intrigued by the concept of a black golfer, honestly, who seemed to ready to beat the pants off the WASP establishment. For the next five years, beat them he did. Something indelibly different about him. Like Michael Jordan. Those who sais Kobe Bryant was “the next MJ” just didn’t get it. Even LeBron. Doesn’t have the equivalent “It” power to me. If I was so inclined, I would do a psychological study of it. Don’t care to, though. This 40 year-old will be watching the 39 year-old TW on several screens at work today as well. Hey, look at that. Sunk a 27 footer on 7! Amazing! For some reason more amazing than the other 27 footers…

  2. “If we went with geographic location, most people north of Carolina would have no one to root for.”

    At least we Vermonters have Keegan Bradley. 😉 But I never watched a tournament before Tiger came along, but I couldn’t tear myself away from the TV when he was winning on a Sunday afternoon. Johnnie come latelies like myself are probably one of the reason so many long time followers of the game don’t like Tiger. Kind of like Grateful Dead fans who don’t like the song “Truckin'” because so many of the non-initiated do like it. You can’t bring in legions of new people into anything without making the people already there upset.

  3. Great article. Really like the line about how we pick our favorites irrationally.

    Much like @mmoan, I liked the idea of a black kid who could just dominate a sport which had just a few decades earlier, denied African Americans a chance to compete. I wasn’t much of a golf fan in the early 2000’s, but I do remember listening to my in-laws argue about how good or bad Tiger was. I’d flip the channel to see Tiger behind by a few strokes on Saturday knowing full well he’d probably win the tournament. That’s all I “knew” about golf and about Tiger Woods in his prime. His success seemed to really piss people off and to this day, I don’t understand why.

    But even a golf idiot like me understood it must have been a bad decade to be Mickleson or Duval who would play extraordinary golf and often not be good enough to win.

    It also must have been a bad decade to be a Tiger hater. They had to endure all those years of domination just to finally see Tiger go through injuries and personal issues so that they could finally say “see, I told you he wasn’t that good”. Then for him to come back and ascend to #1 again – must of been hell for them. I was around for that and it was impressive.

    While I hate the endless thread about whether Tiger was better than Jack, I regret not being more interested in golf during the Tiger years. I surely missed witnessing a sports legend.

    Now as an old guy, I have one more irrational reason to root for Tiger.

  4. Agree. Like your article. Think it relates to sports in general. Mine is baseball. Ted Williams, Hank Aaron, Cabrera, many more players captured my interest, but never truly teams. Maybe because I don’t live near one. Liked Tiger for awhile but the sports media has slowly destroyed that for me. The constant drooling is very annoying. And Jim Nance is just over the top. I’m sure he’s a great announcer, and I’m nobody to judge, but Holy Moly golf isn’t Days of Our Lives. Just the age we live in, I guess. Unlike you, I think Tiger is finished as far as new records go. He seems like a physical wreck.

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