(Hopefully) The Transformation of Koepka - Four Days At Bethpage State Park

We may officially be in the Brooks Koepka era.

He matched Rory’s US Open record of 16-under to claim his first major, the 2017 US Open at Erin Hills. At the same event last year he fought through unbelievably difficult Sunday conditions at Shinnecock Hills to survive the early-posted score of Tommy Fleetwood. He then held off his childhood idol, Mr. Woods, with arguably the most perfect Sunday back nine I’ve ever witnessed at the PGA a year ago at Bellerive.

And now, for the fourth time in his last eight major starts, Brooks Koepka is your champion.

And what a performance it was.

What should be most troubling to his peers is not the fact that he won, but the manner in which he did so.

For the first three rounds at Bethpage Black, probably the most terrifying public course on planet Earth, Brooks Koepka was not playing golf. If we assume that the other 155 guys in the field are pretty good at the sport, we need to come up with another word for what Brooks was doing out there.

He dominated every player in the field in ball striking for the first few days, both off the tee and going into greens. He was both hitting greens in regulation as well as scrambling for pars at a higher rate than anyone else in the field, a pair of stats that you never see the same guy lead. And his putter… 14 birdies in the opening two rounds, on that course, is nothing short of insanity.

This article could just be me going on and on about how scary this man is for golf’s future, and a lot of it will be. But as I watched, both his on-course performance and his interviews after his rounds, all I could think about was how polarizing this guy really is. And I don’t mean polarizing in the sense that some people love him and some people hate him, I mean polarizing just for myself personally. I’m still completely torn on what to think of this guy. If this truly is going to be the Brooks Koepka era of the PGA Tour, well, I really want to like the guy.

But damn does he make it tough on me.

I’ve used the word “transformation” in the title of this article because that is exactly what I witnessed. In four days in New York, Brooks Koepka seemed to transform from a man more arrogant than confident to a humble and gracious champion. The only question now is, were the latter qualities simply reactions to nearly coughing up a seven-stroke lead on Sunday, or is this an evolved Brooks Koepka that the general public can easily get behind… only time will tell.

I’ll just say this. You don’t have to be the perfect man in order to garner love in sport. I mean, Tiger Woods is the most loved golfer of all time… ‘nuff said. What you do need to have is respect for the game, and for your fellow competitors. I don’t care one bit about how Koepka chooses to carry himself off the course. I don’t care if he wants to walk around with a Jupiter-sized chip on his shoulder for all his life. I even appreciate how he outspoken he has become about the issues on the Tour. However, if he wants my respect he has to show some, and in this area, Brooks has some growing up to do.

Alright, I’m getting ahead of myself already. Let me dig into this and explain to you what I’m talking about. Let me show you what I mean by the transformation of Brooks Koepka.

THURSDAY – KOEPKA EMBARRASSES BETHPAGE

Thursday was freaky, and it started immediately. Playing in the morning with a couple of so-so talents, Tiger Woods and Francesco Molinari, it was instantly apparent that Koepka was on a mission. Starting on the treacherous 10th, Koepka drilled a long-range birdie from the fringe while the other two played the hole a combined three-over. His ball striking was brilliant all day, and his putter was even better.

It looked like Brooks was on an entirely different golf course than everyone else. 155 men grinded their way through the monstrosity that is Bethpage Black. Bogeys, doubles, triples, everywhere you looked there was a superstar getting chewed up by one of the many horrifying holes at Bethpage. Meanwhile, this Floridian beast was destroying the course. Seven birdies and no bogeys, and the scariest part is that he actually may have left a couple out there. Danny Lee would fire a sparkling round in the afternoon, but it was mostly an afterthought. Thursday confirmed what many golf fans suspected going in: majors played on long venues with nasty thick rough will belong to Brooks Koepka until proven otherwise.

Here’s the bad. Before the week began, Koepka stated that the reason three of his five PGA victories (now four of six) are majors is because they are the “easiest” to win. To paraphrase, he essentially said that he was just going to beat half the field no matter what, that half the reminder wouldn’t play well, and that the pressure will overcome the majority of those that do play well., leaving only a couple of guys for him to really compete against.

You just can’t say that.

What are Rickie Fowler, Matt Kuchar, Paul Casey, Ian Poulter, and Steve Stricker (great players without majors) supposed to think about those comments. Or even players like Dustin Johnson, who’s been successful in this sport for much longer than his good buddy Brooks, with just one major title to show for it. Does Koepka really think he’s the only guy that can handle it? Does he really believe that’s the reason he is dominating right now?

If it is, he’s wrong. Hell yeah he’s confident, you don’t need him to tell you for that to be obvious. He always looks dialed in, he pounds the ball harder than anyone else out there right now, his putting stroke is gorgeous, and his iron play is the kind of thing dreams are made of. He’s not winning these majors because the field can’t handle it, he’s winning because the field can’t handle him.

He’s better than everyone else right now, simple as that. Why can’t that be enough for Brooks? Why does he have to hint that the rest of the field is weak? Just be the best and the world will follow. His performance on Thursday made the statement that he is clearly the premier player in the world at this moment. For whatever reason there are highly acclaimed golf critics (cough, cough, Brandel Chamblee) that don’t believe that this cat is among the worlds best. If Koepka wants to use that to motivate himself, well by all means. But when you play golf this well you don’t need to play the victim. Hopefully this week ends that part of Koepka’s persona. Hopefully now he can just dominate and not feel the need to respond with anything other than trophies.  

FRIDAY – KOEPKA EMBARRASSES THE FIELD

Friday at the PGA was easily the best day for scoring. Jordan Spieth, who astonishingly entered the championship without a top-20 finish on the year, looked more like the real Spieth than he has for quite some time. He played the best round of his season firing six birdies to put him at five-under for the tournament, good enough for a final pairing tee time on Saturday. Dustin Johnson looked like he would be Koepka’s biggest competition all week, but unlike his buddy he couldn’t keep the squares of his scorecard. He made five birdies in a seven-hole stretch on the back on Friday, but three costly bogeys left him eight behind heading in to the weekend.

Unfortunately for Spieth and DJ, and everyone else that went low on Friday, Koepka came back ready to play once again. While it wasn’t as spotless of a round as he played Thursday, the trouble he would find on Friday appeared much less troubling to Brooks than the rest of the field. This is a real problem for anyone that wants to try to take a tournament on a beastly major venue from Koepka. When he’s dialed in he’s going to go lower than you, and when he puts the ball in difficult positions he’s making his recoveries look easier than you too. Pretty lethal combination.

Was it as perfect as Thursday? No. But Koepka still shot a 5-under 65 on Friday, only one stroke off the days lowest score. He put it tight on both the 1st and 2nd, birdieing each and extending his lead early. He had seven birdies on the card for the second straight day, and caught several above average lies in the thick rough at Bethpage. Furthermore, he missed a couple short makeable birdies just as he had Thursday. I can’t stress this enough, Brooks Koepka obliterated this monstrosity of a golf course for the first two rounds. His lead was at seven at the end of the day Friday, but having watched every second of both rounds that lead could easily have been in double digits. Even the players that were having some success were running into insurmountable trouble at least a couple times per round. Brooks is really the only guy that looked like he could’ve gone even lower than he did.

However, his reaction to his round would not suggest any of this to be true. Here was a man that was in the midst of a quest to become the first man in the history of the sport to hold two different majors back-to-back simultaneously. He had just set the largest margin of lead through two rounds of a PGA at seven. And, to top it all off, despite probably being able to shoot even lower than he did, Brooks Koepka is now the record holder for the lowest 36-hole score in major championship history. Forget playing a different golf course than everyone else, Koepka was playing a different sport.

That same man was bitter coming off the golf course Friday evening.

“I did not hit it well.”

That is a quote from a man that hit 30 putts in his Friday 65. You can’t shoot 65 with 30 putts without hitting it well… on any golf course, let alone Bethpage Black. He just made seven birdies for the second straight day, and finished just one shot off having the best round of the day yet again.

My point, once again, is that you just can’t say that. The best players on the planet are all in a slugfest with this golf course, what the hell is the field supposed to think of this guy when he says things like that? What are fans supposed to think? Is this guy really this smug? By saying he’s not hitting it well with a seven shot lead is a slap in the face to the golf world. Koepka can’t play two near flawless rounds on this true test of golf and then tell the world he doesn’t have his game. It just ain’t right, even if he does truly believe it. Koepka is dominating the world of golf right now, and he’s clearly upset that people don’t give him the credit he deserves, otherwise he wouldn’t have responded to Chamblee’s comments the way he did. The answer is simple… maybe start carrying yourself with a little more respect for what you’re accomplishing instead of maintaining an aura of sheer arrogance.

In the immortal words of John Torterella’s press conference, “I guess that’s what I’m saying Brooksy. You get that through your head?”

I’m so glad I got a chance to use that.

SATURDAY – “NOT-MOVING” DAY

Saturday’s in majors are known as moving day because it’s the last chance for the field to make a move up the leaderboard without the microscope that is on every swing on Sunday.

This was one of the most uninteresting moving days that I can remember.

The thing with courses like Bethpage is that when conditions are tough there isn’t much of a chance to make a surge. After the first two rounds, all Koepka had to do was maintain his position. He shot even par, accomplishing this goal, and carried a seven stroke lead into Sunday.

SUNDAY – HUMILITY THROUGH ADVERSITY

No player in the history of the sport has ever lost a tournament leading by seven through three days, major or otherwise. Brooks Koepka would come dangerously close, and it’s due to a wild Sunday in New York that signs of the transformation of Koepka surfaced.

Koepka’s first ten holes on Sunday were reminiscent of the Sundays in his three prior major victories. Sure he bogeyed the relatively harmless opening hole. But other than that it was exactly the kind of front nine one wants when having a dominant lead in a major. He played to the safe parts of the greens, leaving himself a sequence of manageable two putts. Tap-in pars, one after the other, perfect leading golf.

Koepka’s ho-hum front nine, while not highlight reel, was brilliant. Bethpage was playing it’s toughest in the final round. Just ask Koepka’s Sunday pairing partner Harold Varner III, who after birdieing the first for an early two-shot swing in his favour proved unable to circle any other numbers on the card, en route to a devastating 81 to drop him out of the top-30. Want evidence of a guy in complete control of a golf tournament? Koepka even joined Varner for a trip into the woods on a missing ball mission. Can you picture Eldrick doing that in that spot?

10 of the top 11 players on the leaderboard behind Koepka entering Sunday were over par in the final round. In other words, Bethpage smoked 10 out of the 11 men that had any chance to put a scare into Brooks on Sunday. The wind was howling, and with the way Brooks had been playing all week it appeared he just had to hold serve (so to speak), just like he was on the front nine.

Unfortunately for Brooksy it was DJ, his good friend and one of the most adored players on tour, who was the 11th man.

I’m not using the term unfortunate because Johnson was the only guy that could charge all the way to Koepka’s number, because no one could. It was unfortunate because he was probably the only contender, save perhaps for Jordan Spieth, who could have turned the gallery the way Johnson did.

Maybe it was because Koepka had made what was supposed to be a tight-knit grind between 156 worthy combatants into a one-man show for three-and-a-half days. Maybe the New York fans just wanted things to be interesting, no matter who made the move on Koepka. Of maybe the fans just love DJ, which is obviously true. But this was more than that. Every shot that got away from Koepka on the back nine on Sunday was followed by ground shaking chants for DJ, which I have to say lacked the class that for the most part prevails among golf crowds. Nevertheless, this truth serves as evidence for what was really happening down the stretch on Sunday: despite this looking a lot like the Brooks Koepka era, I am clearly not the only golf fan that is having issues getting on board.

I can’t remember the last time I saw Johnson play that well. Three birdies and no bogeys on the front, in those Sunday conditions at Bethpage, was magnificent. His powerful cut swing was flawless. His putting stroke pure. And the swagger was undeniable.

After ten holes of play, Koepka’s lead over DJ was six. With the treacherous back nine ahead, Koepka’s mission remained just to stay the course. As long as he didn’t blow up, his fourth major was in the bag. But the golf course clearly got significantly tougher for the usually unflappable Koepka when the gallery’s allegiance became squarely embedded in DJ’s corner.

This change, as I alluded to earlier, was just as much due to poor play from Koepka as it was the charge from Johnson. I am convinced this has a lot to do with the humility Koepka showcased after the completion of the tournament. I believe it was the reality of golf fans rooting for his failure that, at least temporarily, flipped a switch for Brooks. It isn’t just respected golf analysts that aren’t giving him credit, his bold demeanor and apparent lack of respect has put Koepka in a position unfamiliar to player’s who demonstrate this type of dominance. When Rory won his fourth major, and Jordan his third, the majority of the golf world was behind them because fans like to see guys separate themselves in the majors. That obviously isn’t how fans feel about Koepka, as the back nine on Sunday at Bethpage revealed. I’ve never seen a guy have so many credentials and get so little support on a major Sunday.

It started with a bogey at 11. The wind had reached its peak for the week, and with such a massive lead Koepka conservatively laid up from a fairway bunker and was unable to get up-and-down, the lead was down to five. His tee shot on 12 disappeared in the rough right of the fairway, leading to his first missed green-in-regulation on holes 12-16 for the week, and another bogey. With the gallery starting to sense the change, Koepka’s tee shot on the par-5 13th was yanked hard left, and led to the first six on his scorecard all week.

Up ahead, DJ made a phenomenal birdie on 15, and the lead was down to two. Suddenly, the Brooks Koepka show had evolved into a golf tournament.

Perhaps it was because this was the first major Sunday for Koepka where he wasn’t involved in a battle beginning at the first tee, as this was the first time that I’ve seen the expression on Koepka’s face appear human as he chased down a championship. He hit way too much club on the par-3 14th, leaving him an impossible par save. To make matters worse, the second the ball landed in a terrible spot over the green the crowd erupted in DJ chants. Never in my life have I ever heard a gallery roar when the leader hits a brutal shot. I found myself feeling pretty bad for Brooks at that moment.

His demeanor was different now. It was getting to him. His eyes were no longer pure with determination. There was definite fear. He lost his audience, and if he didn’t smarten up immediately, the PGA Championship was next. His fourth straight bogey had reduced the lead to one. For the first time in his career since becoming the dominant superstar he is, Koepka was forced to understand just how hard winning major championships really is.

With the way he won at Erin Hills, Shinnecock, and Bellerive, being part of the mix and just dominating the field on Sunday, it is somewhat understandable (though not inexcusable) for Koepka to have built the arrogance he flaunts in his media encounters. I contend that it took a near collapse like the one we saw last week for Brooks to see the other side of things. Now he was the guy who was expected to run away with it, and it was a loss of confidence, the very thing he so brazenly states he has more of than anyone else of Tour, that almost did him in.

It was a completely different form of adversity, one that Brooks had never experienced before, and it set the stage for the arrival of a new version of Koepka. Johnson’s charge finally came to a halt with a pair of late bogeys, but even though he didn’t win, in my opinion DJ’s move will have a lasting effect on his good friend for which Koepka should forever be thankful.

Brooks’ reaction to winning this major was entirely different from the first three. A massive fist pump as he drained his final putt, a long embrace with his caddy, and an ear-to-ear smile that shattered his reputation as a passionless beast.

“This is so cool. I’m still in shock right now. This is awesome.”

That’s the guy the golf world wants. That’s the kind of champion this sport wants to embrace. Majors are the easiest to win? Well, I doubt we’ll be hearing that again. If he keeps playing like he is, Koepka will be the favourite heading into every major that isn’t the British Open for the foreseeable future. It took him a while to get to this level. He wasn’t a young phenom like Spieth or McIlroy. But at age 29 Koepka is still just entering his golfing prime. If something really did change in Koepka in four days at Bethpage, if he can show he’s capable of appreciating the mark he could leave on this beautiful sport, and more importantly capable of giving the sport and his competitors due respect, then Brooksy, you have my full support. But if he returns to the smug and arrogant behemoth that has turned him off from many fans and analysts already, it will continue to be tough for me to get behind this guy.

If we’re in the Brooks Koepka era, that’s fine by me. I just really want to like the guy if that’s the case, and that remains to be seen. I was happy for the man that won on Sunday at Bethpage, a new and different version of Koepka. But the Brooks that we’ve seen for the majority of this dominant run has been a difficult guy to cheer for. Therefore I hope I’m right. I’m hopeful that in four days at Bethpage State Park we truly witnessed the transformation of Koepka.

The 2019 Masters - The Greatest Comeback in Sports History

When people that know me ask me why the world of sports is my greatest passion in life, my answer is always the same…

Sports never stop producing moments that cannot be written. Moments that the mind simply cannot comprehend until they have actually been witnessed. You think some of the stories that Hollywood comes up with are insane? Commit yourself to watching sports for just a year and you’ll understand that the real world is capable of manufacturing moments that even the most ambitious screenwriter would deem too extreme to compose.

Eli Manning’s Giants overcoming the undefeated Patriots in the Super Bowl in 2008, the LA Kings going 16-4 in the 2012 NHL playoffs as the eight-seed in the West, the Red Sox becoming the first (and still only) team in MLB history to come back from down 3-0, and doing so against their arch rival New York Yankees, en route to their first World Series in almost a century. I could start writing an article right now about all of the moments that I’ve witnessed that qualify here, and I’d still be writing as I took my final breath.

When people ask me this question 30 years from now, I won’t bother to give the same generalized response. I won’t talk about these moments as a combined group that has accumulated throughout my life. I won’t make reference to how Hollywood couldn’t think of the things sports give us, and I certainly won’t mention the Red Sox, the Giants, or the Kings.

No. When people here forth ask me for the reason that sports have complete possession of my soul, my answer will be short and simple…

“April 14th, 2019.”

I will forget my own birthday before this date is removed from my consciousness.

It was almost 11 years ago that a one-legged Tiger Woods won the US Open at Torrey Pines, which prior to April 14, 2019 was his most recent major victory. I was 19 years old at the time, and remember crying my eyes out as I watched the single greatest moment of my life as a sports fan to date. I remember like it was yesterday, my childhood hero making that ridiculous par save on the 72nd hole, and then hobbling and grimacing his way through what became a 19-hole Monday playoff to overcome Rocco Mediate.

If he could win a US Open, hacking it out of the thickest rough these guys play all year, on a leg that structurally more closely resembled a toothpick rather than a human limb, then just wait until he’s healthy again. Forget 18 majors. Tiger could hit 20, 25, even 30!

Now, you don’t need me to remind you that the last 11 years haven’t turned out that way for Tiger. His knee and back surgically repaired on multiple occasions, full years spent away from the game of golf, a massive sex scandal, issues with pain medications, and a stack of doubters growing with each passing day. Just a short list of the many trials Tiger has endured since he last stood atop the golfing mountain.

For what it’s worth, I never vocally waivered from my belief that this day would once again occur. My answer throughout this impossibly difficult period for Tiger has always been that he will win, at the very least, one last major. But to be perfectly honest, internally even I had my doubts. Tiger Woods defined my childhood as a sports fan. He’s more the reason for my unrelenting love for sports than any other athlete or team, and it isn’t close. Perhaps this is why I kept my true feelings so close to the chest. If I never actually said it aloud, it couldn’t really be how I felt.

This man is my favourite athlete of all time, and he always will be. He is the GOAT of all the GOATS. Forget Brady, Messi, Gretzky, Jordan, and Nicklaus. Tiger tops the list. I’ve been waiting 11 years for today, for the opportunity to say these three words without anyone pushing back, because not even the biggest Tiger haters have any grounds for denying a fact that surely is dominating sports conversations around the globe this week…

Tiger is back.

Now I will delve in to what I trust will be the most enjoyable article to write I’ve experienced to date. Together, let’s now take a closer look at what just occurred. Let us now investigate what it took for Tiger to get that fabled 15th major. Let us look at the 2019 Masters, the great Tiger Woods’ return to prominence, and the most remarkable sports moment that I’ve ever seen.

There is an old adage in golf that has always rung true. You can’t win a golf tournament on Thursday, but you can lose it. Thursday has never been Tiger’s favourite day, with a long history of struggling out the gate before finding his magic as the week goes on. However, as more time passes and Tiger continues to age I think it’s safe to say that Thursday’s are getting more important with respect to his chances of winning tournaments. Coming from way behind probably isn’t in the cards anymore, even for Tiger Woods.

Luckily for Tiger, no one struck the ball better on Thursday at Augusta. In fact, I’ll just say this now, no one struck the ball better all week, save perhaps for Francesco Molinari’s opening three rounds.

If not for several missed short putts, Tiger’s name is at the top of the leaderboard after day one. Even more impressive is the fact that he played early in the day, when birdies were tougher to come by. The course was relatively soft all week, keeping big numbers at bay. However, it seemed as though the folks at Augusta saw this as an opportunity to experiment with the flag positions on Thursday. Despite the softer conditions, everyone was having issues going low until the last few groups. Everyone but Tiger. The putting story was more of the same for Woods on Friday. It’s safe to say that Tiger would’ve been at least a couple of shots ahead of the field entering the weekend if he could have rewarded his ball striking and gorgeous wedge play.

Let me just briefly pause here and let that sink in. Tiger Woods won this tournament while missing the majority of his putts from 5-10 feet. In Tiger’s heyday, these are the putts that were largely automatic. In the era before PVR, Tiger having an important five or six footer for most people meant the perfect time for a bathroom break or a snack preparation. While he made a couple bombs and possibly the greatest lag putt I’ve every seen on the 9th hole on Sunday, the short and mid-range putts were absent all week for Tiger.

Tiger can’t even practice this area of his game with the vigor he once did, surely factoring in to his struggles on the greens throughout the week. His back won’t permit hours on the practice green hunched over, perfecting the stroke that millions of us avid fans have fantasized about emulating. In order for this 43 year old man to beat the prolific pack of talent he did this week, without the guarantee of knocking home the short putts, he had to hit the ball just about perfectly for four straight days. But hey, this is Tiger Woods, and that’s just what he did.

Is it shocking that Tiger won the Masters, 14 years after his last one, without being elite with his short putts?

Yes.

Am I surprised he found a way to overcome this deficiency?

Not even a little bit.

This is Tiger Woods we’re talking about. No matter what area of his game is struggling, his will never waivers. Despite having emerged victorious in 80 PGA events prior to this Masters, Tiger’s determination and thirst for victory remains unmatchable. Besides, while he has lost his ability to make all five-footers look like tap-ins, there was another part of the “old Tiger” that reemerged this past week…

His unparalleled ability to escape.

While Tiger gave away a bunch of short birdies and par saves in the opening two rounds, he also avoided any of the big numbers that have plagued him in the past 11 years. He was way left on 14 in each of the opening two rounds, and yet found a way to birdie the par-4 both days with a pair of unbelievable recoveries from the trees. Since the end of Tiger’s unprecedented run of success, getting himself into trouble on the golf course has often meant the same as it does for everyone else, trouble.

Not the case at this Masters. This was that same Tiger Woods I grew up watching. The guy that can take his most trying circumstances in a tournament and turn them into his most brilliant moments. This week at Augusta, for Tiger, bad tee shots seemed to produce as many birdies as bogies, a staple of this man’s legend. And he recorded no worse than bogey in his 72 holes.

If Tiger winning this Masters wasn’t enough, the field he took down to do so was one of the most impressive in major championship history. It is much harder to win golf tournaments in 2019 than it was in the 2000s. As I’ve written in a recent article (see my discussion of Rory McIlroy), golf has never had so much elite talent at any given point in history., and a lot of those elite talents found themselves on the first page of the leaderboard. After day two, Tiger was sitting at six-under, tied with rising star Xander Schauffele and Dustin Johnson, the number one player in the world.

One shot better than this group was a five-way tie for the lead at seven-under. PGA champion Jason Day, British Open champions Francesco Molinari and Louis Oosthuizen, Masters champion Adam Scott, and Brooks Koepka, who had won three of the previous six majors he entered.

Five way tie at the top, five major champions.

Tiger haters always had to reach for criticisms during the man’s decade or so of terror, and one of them was always the quality of his immediate competition in many of his major victories. When Tiger beat the likes of Rich Beem, Bob May, Chris DiMarco, and Rocco, many people would argue that he was being gift wrapped titles. It was never a good argument, and this week just completely eliminated them from the realm of relevance in any future conversations about Tiger’s career. To win this Masters, after all those years and all those surgeries, against a long list of the world’s greatest players, well, even the most staunch Tiger detractors have to admit that there is just something different about this man.

Saturdays in golf tournaments are known as “moving day.” Sundays are a completely different beast. While there is always immense pressure throughout majors (and players will tell you that the Masters is in a league of its own in this regard), Saturday is the last day to make a big charge without the microscope that is on every single stroke on Sunday. Tony Finau and Webb Simpson, a budding superstar and another major champion, seemed to have received the memo. Both guys went out and fired a tournament best 64, launching both of them onto the leaderboard’s top page heading into Sunday. Molinari, who was paired with Tiger in the final round at the British last year when he won his first major title, continued his remarkable display of control on moving day with a brilliant 66, giving him a two-shot edge on Finau and Woods heading into Sunday.

Tiger struggled through the opening stretch of holes on Saturday, and I’m sure the feeling was amplified when hearing birdie and eagle roars around the entire golf course. But after bogeying the 5th for the third consecutive day, Tiger was off to the races. Three straight birdies from 6 to 8 got his party started. Then, like the seasoned vet he is, he played the horrifying stretch from 10 to 12 with three pars before lighting up the remainder of the back nine like we’ve seen him do so many times before.

The anticipation for Sunday was immense. I hardly slept Saturday night, because this is all about me, of course. Still, all I could think about was how he should be in the lead. Again, those damn short putts! If he were to lose the tournament from there, all those putts that used to be no-brainers would surely haunt me (not him) forever.

To intensify matters, Tiger had never won a major championship without at least a share of the lead heading into Sunday. Tiger woke up Sunday morning having to come from behind for a major victory for the first time, against probably the best leaderboard he’s ever had to overcome for a major title, and he had to do it at Augusta a record 14 years since he was last presented a green jacket, and just two years after he allegedly stated that he was contemplating giving up the game entirely.

A challenge suited for one athlete, and one athlete only.  

Out of fear of approaching thunderstorms potentially forcing the tournament to a Monday finish, the folks at Augusta decided to break the mold and play threesomes starting on both nines, first thing Sunday morning. This meant that Tiger would be paired with Tony Finau, who entered play tied with Tiger at 11-under, and Francesco Molinari, the seemingly unflappable Italian who was looking to claim his second major from the same group as Tiger in ten months, beginning the day two strokes clear of his playing competitors. One group ahead was Brooks Koepka. I can’t speak for all Tiger fans out there, but that’s the guy that scared me the most going in. Koepka lives for these moments, and he was built for them. On the PGA Tour, Koepka has more wins in majors (3) than in all other events (2).

Tiger has gotten increasingly fan friendly during his rounds as he has aged. Not the case Sunday. He was dialed in. It was old school Tiger. If you were hoping to see some smiles and massive fist pumps, as we did the first three rounds, it wasn’t in the cards on Sunday. Sunday was all business. That calm, yet fierce intensity we got so used to throughout his dominance reappeared. The soft, yet vehement eyes tracking the flight of his purely struck shots. While he has certainly shown glimpses as of late, namely at the previous two majors and his breakthrough victory at East Lake, Sunday at the Masters was full-fledged, prime of his career, Tiger.

None of the leaders got off to particularly hot starts on Sunday. Molinari hardly missed a shot from Friday through Saturday (he only bogeyed one hole in the opening three rounds), but it became evident early on Sunday that his ball-striking was off. However, it is difficult to blame nerves for the change in the steady Italian’s game, as he poured in a handful of long par saves on Sunday’s opening nine. Brooks Koepka, who opened the day three back, was looking every bit as composed as usual and opened with a solid 35 on the front, firmly in contention.

Despite looking like the most comfortable player out there on Sunday, Tiger continued to offset some brilliant birdies with ugly bogies. He made a beautiful birdie on 3 to get within one of Molinari, before failing to get up-and-down for par on the treacherous par-3 4th, and then hit his fourth bad tee shot in four days on 5, a hole he bogeyed all four days. He then bounced back from those errors with birdies on 7 and 8, but gave another one back at 10 with an errant tee shot while watching Molinari convert an insane par save after short-siding himself left of the 10th green. Despite the sudden issues in his iron game, Molinari appeared completely unwilling to come back to the field…

With all the bogies stemming from poor tee shots and all the missed short putts, and so much talent surrounding him on Sunday, Tiger’s quest to complete the greatest comeback in the history of sports was in jeopardy. At the risk of sounding too cheesy, the rarest moments in sports history more often than not require some assistance from the universe (David Tyree’s helmet catch in the Super Bowl against the Patriots comes to mind here). In Tiger’s case, all the assistance from the golf gods that he would require on Sunday was concentrated, appropriately, at a section of the course known as “Amen Corner.”

The 12th hole at Augusta is named “Golden Bell,” and I doubt I need to remind any readers of the significance of this short par-3. Augusta is well-known for its swirling winds. Every player in the field spends an inordinate portion of their day looking up at the tops of trees, or watching players in nearby groups play their approaches, attempting to get some sort of read on the wind direction and velocity. This task has always been its most challenging on the tucked away 12th, and the consequences of getting it wrong have proven catastrophic for more Masters contenders than any other hole in the world of golf.

Sunday at this Masters was no exception.

Molinari, Koepka, Poulter, Finau. Four elite players, all four on the top page of the leaderboard, all four in the water at 12. Hell, Molinari’s wasn’t even close. He almost flew it into the drink, a good 15 yards short of his target. Four of the final five players to play the 12th dunked ‘er, everyone but Tiger. Any doubts I had about my childhood idol completing this unfathomable task had vanished. Suddenly, despite still being in a three way tie at the top as he walked off the 12th green, this Masters belonged to Tiger Woods.

Throughout his prime Tiger consistently showcased the strength of morphing blemishes from his opponents into daggers. At this Masters, the calamity at Golden Bell served as the blemish, and Tiger’s following four holes would prove to be the dagger.

With rain falling as he stood on the 13th tee, Tiger lost control of his footing as he took a violent swing with the driver…

Right down the center.

A safely placed iron shot and a two-putt birdie kept Tiger’s name tied atop the leaderboard.

He played the final par-5 of the tournament, the 15th, perfectly as well. Fairway off the tee, long iron to the center of the green, two putt birdie.

After all the wild tee shots, all the short putts, and everything Tiger has gone through, he took the outright lead for the very first time in the event with three holes to play. One more birdie would all but clinch the tournament, and like we’ve seen countless times before, Tiger would waste no time.

A perfectly placed 8-iron on the 16th hole caught the slope about 6 inches beyond the hole-in-one line. Tiger would tap in for his birdie and a two-shot lead, and merely need to avoid a blowup from there to claim major number 15. He tapped in for bogey on 18, and the greatest comeback in sports history was complete.

His eruption as he removed his ball from the cup on the 72nd hole, his embrace with his mother and children, his stride through the patrons from the green to the clubhouse, all moments that will be relived at every Masters from now on…  and it’s a damn good thing too because my eyes were filled with tears as it happened in real time. After winning all 14 of his prior majors starting with the lead on Sunday, Tiger’s most remarkable achievement of his illustrious career was his first major victory when trailing through 54 holes.

Something new from a man we thought had already shown us everything.  

Monday morning quarterbacks everywhere started looking ahead almost instantly. Is Jack’s record in jeopardy once again? With an upcoming PGA Championship at Bethpage and a US Open at Pebble, how many could Tiger win this year?

I’m not going to discuss what this win could mean for Tiger’s future in golf. I already know this isn’t the end of the story. Besides, trying to project what happens next would be a disservice to what we just witnessed. In fact, this moment is actually bittersweet for me if I’m being honest. This is the peak. Sports won’t stop producing the moments I opened this article discussing, but this one simply cannot be beat.

To all the golf fans of the world, the impossible return to glory for Tiger Woods is finally a reality. Record it, watch it over and over again, and please don’t move past it and think about what it could mean down the road. Appreciate this moment for what it is, because, at least for me, it can’t get any better than this.

And to Tiger. Congratulations you steely-eyed giant of sport. Thank you for the greatest moment in sports that these eyes will ever see. Thank you for April 14th, 2019.

 

 

 

 

 

Bring Back the Fear, Rory

There is one comment about the current state of golf that has been absolutely beaten to death since the decline of the great Tiger Woods…

The field is closer than ever before.

To disagree with this statement would be a futile effort in today’s landscape. While we’re used to having several household names to look out for every week, golf’s history has also grown accustomed to generation defining players. That one guy, or very small group, that is a clear step above the rest. There are so many important tournaments in the modern era that it’s easy for the limelight to be shared, I’m just not so sure the story is going to continue this way...

That dominant one guy or group doesn’t exist at the moment. The biggest reason for this being that since there is so much talent at the top, it is difficult to define where the “top” ends and the rest of the field begins. I think it’s safe to say that there have never been so many golfers considered elite, relative to the rest of the field, at any given time in history. This notion becomes truly staggering when you start sounding off the names: Thomas, Spieth, Day, Fowler, McIlory, Johnson, Rahm, Koepka, DeChambeau, Reed, Fleetwood, and Kaymer (?). All elite, all under 35.

And we’re just getting started.

As for the elite vets, Tiger is back(ish), Phil’s returned to the winner’s circle, Justin Rose is #1 in the world, Bubba won three times last year, Mark Leishman’s not going anywhere, Paul Casey lingers around the front page what feels like every week, Adam Scott still has the sexiest swing on the planet, Francesco Molinari is your Open Champion, Sergio now has a taste of the majors but still acts like he’s six years old, and Matt Kuchar might be playing the playing the best golf of his life when he’s not obliterating his ‘aw, shucks’ persona by skimping Mexican caddies.

Sorry Kuch, Sergio, couldn’t help it.

Now, the general consensus is that this stockpile of talent at the top of the sport makes golf better than ever before. Again, disagreeing would be a trivial endeavour. But I’ve been thinking about a different scenario that I believe to be imminent. I believe that one guy is out there. I believe there is a golfer out there that when they get their complete game together will be unstoppable. I believe there is a guy out there that will get to double digits in the major column, and will do so sooner than others would believe…

And that guy is Rory McIlroy.

Yes it’s sports writing, and yes it’s fun to predict and hypothesize, we all do it. But I would never write this column if I didn’t fully believe it.

Obviously, this prediction is not one you’d call a ridiculous stretch. Saying Rory’s career will be great is not so bold, and its not exactly a stretch to predict that it will be better than the careers of his contemporaries. After all, Rory has won 14 PGA tournaments already, four of those being majors, and several other big events around the world. My assertion here becomes even less audacious when considering it wasn’t that long ago that many of us golf nuts were tabbing the Northern Irishman as Tiger’s successor in the midst of his dominant run from 2011 through 2014, during which he won all four of his majors.

I know what you’re probably thinking. Not only is this article not bold… this man is downright defeating his argument within the text of his own work…

However. The point of this work is not just to say that McIlroy will be better than everyone else mentioned above, save for Tiger himself…

The point is that he will be way better.

While Rory’s run in the majors was insanely impressive, runs of that nature aren’t all that unique, even in golf’s current tight-knit state.

Padraig Harrington got the party started during Tiger’s knee issues in 2007 and 2008, winning three majors in a span of six that included back-to-back Open Championships.

Rory’s was next, but I’ll get to that shortly.

The youth movement has been the story since the end of Rory’s run, headlined by Jordan Spieth’s tear. To write about how Rory will be the king of golf without properly acknowledging Spieth as its prince would be foolish at best. The kid has got ice in his veins, and despite his recent pitfall in the world rankings, I believe Jordan will be the Phil to Rory’s Tiger, only Jordan will claim more majors than Phil.

Spieth’s final pairing appearance in his rookie Masters in 2014 sold me on the suggestion that he was on the path to superstardom. And if not for Bubba Watson’s driver, his run may have begun a year earlier. All Spieth did was return to golf’s greatest stage the following year and tie Tiger’s tournament scoring record with Rose and Mickelson chasing him… freaky good. A couple months later he played the most beautiful back nine on Sunday in the US Open at Chambers Bay before making a horrific double bogey on 17, and needing a gift from Dustin Johnson to avoid a playoff. But the way Jordan played the first 7 holes on the back, and how he bounced back to make birdie on 18 was nothing short of spectacular. And no one will ever forget his finishing stretch at Royal Birkdale in 2017, where he made that unfathomably good bogey after taking a drop on the  on the driving range, and then ripped the British Open out of Kuchar’s hands by playing the next four holes five-under.

Oh yeah, there’s also that green jacket he dunked into the water at 12 in 2016, and the one he almost stole last year with a 64 on Sunday…

Alright I’ll move on… this isn’t supposed to be about Jordan Spieth, the mind wanders.

Golf’s most recent run of course belongs to Brooks Koepka. After watching his bona fide Hall of Famer best friend Dustin Johnson finally break through to win the US Open in 2016 (a win that many, including myself, considered a potential floodgate opener in majors), Koepka has emerged as the prevailing man-to-beat in the big events. The jacked 28 year-old from Florida has won three of the last six majors, and the last two were won so differently that Koepka has revealed he is no one-trick pony. After Tommy Fleetwood’s historic final round at Shinnecock Hills last June, Koepka had to play that treacherous back-nine while battling alongside DJ and staring at Fleetwood’s name on the leaderboard, all while Tommy watched anxiously from the clubhouse. Then, just two months later, Koepka put on a masterful display of “fairways-and-greens” at the PGA while listening to Tiger roars in front of him all day long.

The point I’m trying to make here is that Rory going on a run that ended five years ago does not a prognostication for “best of his time” make. However, while major title runs in general have not been all that unique in recent history… in terms of sheer dominance, Rory’s run reigns supreme.

Let me take you to Augusta, Georgia, in the April of 2011. 21 year-old Rory McIlroy, who had only won only one PGA Tour event to date, after spending the previous three days decimating his competition, wakes up on the Sunday morning of the Masters with a four shot lead. The front nine was a struggle at best, possibly the ugliest 37 I’ve ever seen on the opening side of Augusta National, and his lead decreased to just one as he made his way to the 10th tee…

When disaster struck.

His tee shot on the difficult par-4 almost went through a cabin window, left of left. He pitched out into the rough on the opposite side of the fairway, miles from the green. His third went way left again, his first chip hit a tree, and he failed to get up and down on the second effort. If that triple didn’t end his tournament, the four-putt double on 12 certainly did…

McIlroy’s 80 was hard to watch, especially when you consider that the course was playing relatively easy with lots of guys in the 60’s on Sunday, including Charl Schwartzel’s 66 to win by two.

I remember thinking then “hey, no problem, he’s 21.” His rise to prominence happened fast and was impossible to ignore, so I knew he’d be back. But I remember being confident it would take him a while. There have been countless great players that have never held the lead in any major, let alone a four-shot lead. I was sure that moment would prove to be a harsh setback for young McIlroy.

Turns out, Rory did in fact learn a valuable lesson during the 2011 Masters, but it wasn’t what I thought it would be. Evidently, the biggest thing Rory took from that week at Augusta came from those impressive first three days…

He learned he could dominate.

Fast-forward two months to Bethesda, Maryland, and the US Open at Congressional. I’ll spare any sort of dramatization here, as there was zero drama to be spoken of. Rory decimated the field. He had the low round both Thursday and Friday, despite a double on 18 in round two. He took an eight shot lead into Sunday, and never gave any one else a sniff of the title as he cruised all week to win by eight. He became the third player in US Open history to play all four rounds in the 60’s, and broke Tiger’s tournament record at 16-under.

If there was any possible way to best breaking one of Tiger’s records for his first major, breaking one of Jack’s for his second would be it… and that’s just what Rory did.

Rory took a three-shot lead into the final round of the 2012 PGA Championship at Kiawah Island, and fired a sizzling 66 on Sunday for yet another eight-shot victory, besting Nicklaus’ 32-year tournament record of a seven-stroke margin.

He took a six-shot lead into the final round of the 2014 British for his third major, and out lasted a crowded and talented leaderboard the following month at Valhalla. Add in a pair of WGC event titles, and a 2016 FedEx Cup championship thanks to a pair of playoff wins, and you’ve got yourself a Hall of Fame career.

He struck fear. He had swagger.

Since 2014, McIlroy has firmly remained in the conversation of “who’s the best.” But with four full seasons now gone by without a major, Rory has gotten lost in the shuffle a bit, just one of many talented players in the most loaded competition in this sport’s history.

Now, clearly Rory is no forgotten man. But the youth movement, Spieth and Koepka’s runs, the fireworks of Fleetwood, the return of Tiger, Rickie constantly knocking on the door, and guys like Justin Thomas and Patrick Reed recently notching their first majors… all of these events have seemingly made us forget that Rory is the only golfer in the past decade to show any evidence that they can consistently, and absolutely, destroy their competition. He’s the only player that has proven they are impossible to beat if they are at their best. Golf has demonstrated on countless occasions that the mindset of fans heavily includes the notion of “what have you done for me lately.” No one forgets what Rory accomplished, but most don’t seem surprised that he isn’t winning anymore either.

So what happened?

McIlroy has won only one worldwide event since 2016, the Arnold Palmer Invitational last year. Now I realize that this is golf we’re talking about… it’s really bleeping hard to win on the Tour. And as I’ve discussed throughout this article, it’s probably tougher now than at any other point in history. But that shouldn’t matter for the generational talent that I know Rory McIlroy is.

My memory of his ridiculous run, the completion of which was well over four years ago now, serves as one significant reason as to why I believe McIlory will pull away from this current group of talent. The second important reason why, and the real impetus for my writing this article, is this…

Over the past two years, Rory McIlroy has unequivocally been the most frustrating professional golfer I’ve ever watched.

While I realize that this doesn’t exactly sound like an endorsement, I assure you that it is.

Now, I’m not here to give you a technical analysis full of advanced metrics and statistics, because that just isn’t my style. I’m simply here as a heavily invested fan of the game of golf, one that relentlessly watches these players week in and week out, who has noticed a consistent trend that is the source of so much irritation in my life…

Rory is the best driver of the golf ball the world has ever seen, and he’s been doing it almost every week for years now. He gives himself far more scoring opportunities on par-fours and fives than his fellow competitors, and yet somehow he has stopped winning.

Obviously, there is much more to the game than hitting off the tee. Luckily for Rory, he also happens to possess remarkable touch around the greens. So, how does a guy that obliterates the field off the tee every single week, who has already proven that he has the ability to dominate the biggest events, and who can get up-and-down from anywhere, win one tournament in two years as he enters what should be his golfing prime?

For some reason, he hasn’t been getting the damn ball close to the hole.

I have never seen a guy consistently have so many wedges and short irons into par-4s in the modern era… period. But there are at least 100 guys out there I would pick to hit that second shot over Rory.

The exciting thing is that even though he’s not winning yet, this area of Rory’s game seems to finally be getting better. He’s been a birdie machine in recent months, finishing in the top-five in the past three events. And for the record, I watched all three events, and he had nowhere close to his best game in any of them. As many birdies as he’s making, he’s leaving a ton of them out there. We’ve seen his putter get hot, but this is certainly Rory’s second weakest area (particularly on Sundays as of late). The flat stick went missing for a couple years after his brilliant run but has steadily improved in recent years, and his ball striking alone keeps him in every tournament he enters. So what’s the best way to make more putts? You guessed it… hit it snugger.

Is this an easy task? Of course not. But out of all the problems to have on the golf course, I’m confident these guys would prefer having issues getting their wedges close to the hole from the middle of the fairway than not having a wedge in hand in the first place. As golf courses have continuously gotten longer amidst golf’s technological revolution, hitting it long and straight is more important than ever before, and Rory does it better than anyone else ever has.

Additionally, McIlory’s strong greenside game and rapidly improving putting are always going to protect him from making bogies in bunches, not to mention his phenomenal all-around ball striking. Sure, there a bunch of guys that I rattled off earlier that have shown their own flashes of brilliance, and any given week there is always a top player that doesn’t win that leaves you saying “Well, if he just had his insert club here going, he would’ve been unstoppable!” But for Rory, it’s every week that he has an opportunity to win, and it’s always the same shot that lets him down. And more importantly, again, we already know it’s in there. We’ve seen it. Golf can appear effortless for McIlroy, and he just keeps losing, and it just frustrates me so much to watch it.

So here we are.

You can’t teach what McIlroy is doing out there with the big dog. Rory smashed his way onto the golf scene with the driver. It has always been his most dangerous weapon, and he’s actually better at driving the ball now than he ever was before. If he can just do what Dustin Johnson did a few years back and really hone in his wedges and short irons, and his start to 2019 is showing that he’s finally trending in the right direction again, I believe we’re on the precipice of another explosion from the Northern Irishman. And further, that there is no one out there that will be able to do anything about it.

Play off the tee is paramount in today’s game. And it just so happens that the guy that is better than everyone else at this aspect of the game, also possesses the incomparable ability to run away with any tournament he enters. Rory’s best game, the game we haven’t seen in over four years now, far exceeds that of anyone out there.

He’s been lurking in the majors recently, and he’s been a top-10 machine throughout his career. But since that miraculous run at the beginning of his career, Rory McIlroy has become just one of the many exceptional golf talents on Tour today. And I just don’t buy it. Sometimes I swear I’ve felt like he’s doing it on purpose. Insane tee shots, one after the other, all day long, and then wedges to 30 feet. If it’s infuriating me, I can only imagine how it’s been for Rory.

No other player on Tour has the opportunity for unmatched greatness that Rory McIlroy does, and I feel like he’s just so damn close to realizing it. While it certainly is great for golf to have so many favourites each and every week, I would warn fans about getting used to it. He’s proven he can do it in the past, and I expect Rory McIlroy to dominate golf in the years to come.

Bring back the fear, Rory. Bring back the swagger.