And who now inherits the title of "best (active) player never to win a major"?
Posted on 04/12/2004 8:34:27 AM PDT by presidio9
What really defined this year's Masters golf tournament, which ended Sunday, was its emotional extremes. Not in a long time has one of golf's majors (or any sporting event, for that matter) taken fans on such an emotional rollercoaster, from extreme sadness to extreme joy, in such a short period of time.
With the hubbub of last year's controversy about Augusta National Golf Club's men-only membership policy all but a distant memory, this year had but one focus: golf. And after yesterday, few fans were left disappointed.
But before Sunday's joy, the sadness: The tournament opened Thursday with news of the death of Bruce Edwards, the long-time caddy of legendary golfer Tom Watson. Edwards, who had toted Watson's bag for three decades, had been fighting a very public battle with Lou Gehrig's disease (ALS). Edwards's battle ended only hours before the first tee shot at Augusta. He was 49.
Edwards had become the darling of the golf world because of his determination to continue caddying despite a very visible deterioration. He was the real star of the 2003 U.S. Open, when his man Watson, now in the senior ranks, turned back the clock 20 years and contended in the early going. But by the end of last season, Edwards had to retire. The damage done by the progressive loss of his motor nerves became too great. Edwards continued to slide from there, dying only a year after the initial diagnosis.
Being the great champion that he is, Watson bravely played on last week but missed the cut, surely overwhelmed with emotion in the wake of his friend's death. But Edwards will not soon be forgotten, and Watson has vowed to continue raising awareness of ALS in his memory. (Also, a new book about Edwards's life has just been released by the esteemed sports writer John Feinstein.)
As if the news about America's favorite caddy weren't enough, Friday marked the end of a golfing era when Arnold Palmer drove down Magnolia Lane for the last time as a competitor. This was Palmer's 50th straight and final Masters. The 74-year-old is no longer able to contend or even come close to making the cut. In Palmer's post-round press conference Friday he admitted, with a tear in his eye, that his competitive spirit was as fiery as ever but that his septuagenarian body wouldn't let him play any longer. The ageing process had advanced too far and its toll too great for him to continue.
Despite his poor play, Arnie's Army was as big as ever as hordes of fans scrambled to catch one final glimpse of "The King" walking Augusta's lush fairways. Nobody wanted to see him go. But fans understood it was time. No golfer transcends time and class and creed like Arnold Palmer. No golfer has done more for the game than Palmer. It's impossible not feel a personal connection with the man. He was golfing royalty but at the same time such an everyman. Thankfully, Palmer has indicated that he will continue to participate in the Masters in some fashion, possibly as an honorary starter.
By the time weekend arrived, it was time to have some fun. By Sunday, heavy-heartedness had been replaced by a collective joy reminiscent of the days when players like Palmer and Watson were themselves winning the Masters.
There was something special in the wind blowing through the Georgia pines. Phil Mickelson, the left-handed star who reluctantly wore the dreaded title of "best player never to win a major," was in the hunt. Shaking that label had consumed Mickelson for years, and he had rededicated himself to golf in the off-season, trying to get the no-major monkey off his back. He seemed especially determined to win this time.
While many players of all ages and nationalities were in the hunt Sunday afternoon, in the end it came down to a duel between Mickelson, the southpaw from San Diego, and South African Ernie Els. Els played flawlessly, making two eagles, including one at the par-5 13th hole, and carding a stellar 67. After he finished, all he could do was watch. The pressure was on Mickelson, who needed a birdie at Augusta's storied 18th for the win.
It seemed inevitable that he would rise to the challenge. Mickelson was cracking a half-smile all week, even during the moments where the pressure was greatest. He was having too much fun out there. He knew it was his time. But as the fans quieted and the ball left his putter blade, it looked like the putt might be getting away from him. For a moment, just a tiny moment, it seemed as though the ball might break too much and miss on the low side of the hole. But somehow, perhaps fatalistically, it hit the left edge of the cup and dropped.
As he rather awkwardly jumped in the air for joy, the rest of America jumped with him. This was for real. It was a win for the ages, and maybe the most popular since Nicklaus's six and last win in 1986.
Mickelson's stunning and long-overdue first major capped off a rollercoaster week at Augusta, one that will not again soon be duplicated.
I was happy for Phil Mickelson. The guy is a great player. Shooting nine-under and a back-nine 31 at Augusta in the Masters is the kind of thing us weekend hackers can only dream of. Mickelson showed that persistence and the never-say-die, will-to-win pays off. Just keep trying and put yourself in a position to win. Eventually you'll be rewarded.
His post-round interplay with the family was very touching. I liked how he brought his one little girl into the scorer's tent and had to gently take the pacifier out of her mouth for her to look at the camera and flash an endearing smile. But then right back to the pacifier. Very cute indeed.
Geez, what a curmudgeon.
Yes, the thought of a lip-out was on my mind when I saw him stroke that putt. The line seemed a little left and when it did that 180 around the cup, man, what a heart stopper. But it dove in there and gave him the win.
I felt bad for Ernie Els firing those eagles in there and coming up just a bit short. He's such a gentleman and class act. But he has his three major wins and probably will have some more, and he was happy for Phil.
That's what's fun about golf. Most of the players are gentlemen and genuinely nice people, the kind of folks you'd like to be your friend or hang out with. Not like some of these other sports that seem to have more than their share of self-important a-holes (e.g., basketball, baseball, football, etc.). Watching Mickelson at the end there with his wife and children makes you think he's got his head on straight when it comes to knowing what's important.
And who now inherits the title of "best (active) player never to win a major"?
And who now inherits the title of "best (active) player never to win a major"?
Mike Weir (last year) was the first lefty to ever win.
And who now inherits the title of "best (active) player never to win a major"?
My vote goes to Sergio Garcia.
I half-heartedly apologize. It's a hangover from one of your own kind ruining Easter dinner by going on and on about golf. He doesn't play well, either.
I hope so. I hope he doesn't do a David Duval and disappear from contention.
But I don't think he will. Phil's done a couple of things to his game that will keep him right up there. The first is mechanical. He seems to have much better control of his ball-striking, hitting fairways, stoning the approach shots, and having a good touch with that blade putter. The other is attitudinal. He manages his game and the course well. He's aggressive where he thinks he can get an advantage, but plays conservative when he feels there is more risk than justifies the reward. Hitting shots that take hazards out of play (a three-wood on no. 18, for example, taking the bunkers out of play), hitting into good positions on the greens, taking advantage of breaks (like reading DiMarco's line on the putt at 18). A few strokes here and there saved and/or gained makes all the difference in majors competition. I think he's learned the value of that, and won't waste shots taking chances when there is no reason to do so.
Then again, I'm just a hacker, so what do I know...?
I make no claim to being any kind of a player. My goal is to break 80 on one of our local city courses this year. Came close last year (81) but dunking a shot on the last hole did me in. Choke...
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