Slow day, and slow board. Obviously, everyone has heard by now about Tiger Woods' wreck yesterday. One that many people wouldn't have survived. From all accounts, the biggest injury was to his legs and although I haven't heard a lot of details, most reports have been that it's pretty dang serious.
I guess no one knows at this early stage, but many speculate that this might very well wrap up his career. I honestly hate to see anyone's career ended over an injury. Even though he continued to play baseball, I think we all agree we were robbed of true greatness when Bo Jackson screwed up his hip on a seemingly mundane play. Tiger was already hindered by all his back problems, but still got his game in shape enough to win a recent Masters. But now, you have to believe that even if Tiger comes back, there's no way he is truly competitive with all the young talent on the tour today.
I have never been hot or cold on Tiger. I think for any sports fan, it's human nature to form an opinion, a like or dislike of an athlete just based on overall perception of the things they say, things they do on and off the field of play, or just general mannerisms in the way they carry themselves playing whatever sport they're in. I was never that way with Tiger for some reason. He was never polarizing to me. Didn't love him or hate him, only acknowledged that the guy transcended the game of golf. He was just that much better, physically and just as importantly, mentally than every other player on tour. If he was in contention on Sunday, the tournament was his. Everyone else either faded or just plain choked.
I think the thing that impressed me the most about Tiger in his prime, was the mental part of his game, which I believe took his already superior physical skills to another level. What I saw was a player that no matter the shot, no matter the lie, regardless of the situation, the next shot was going to be something that made you shake your head in disbelief. He could be tucked under the lip of a bunker 200 yards out with 4 oak trees right in his face, and you knew he was going to find a way to roll it up there 10 feet from the cup. It was just going to happen. During that time, I hated that nobody on tour had the stones to step up and become a rival. They tried to pump Dill Pickelson as the man, but he wasn't in that league. Nobody was.
Anyway, hate it for the guy and maybe he makes a miraculous recovery.