Kivus

A couple of years ago I received a copy of _Golf My Way_ by Tiger Woods for Christmas. Those next couple of weeks, waiting to fly back from Maine to Clemson, seemed to drag on as I eagerly anticipated trying out his techniques on the course.

A lot of time as passed since then and Tiger no longer uses the same swing he used when he wrote the book. In fact, I spent a lot of time following Adam Scott this past weekend, since Butch Harmon has crafted his swing in the same fashion as the “old Tiger” swing and therefore is my de facto “swing role model.” Still, as the time passed on Sunday, I found a part of me rooting for Tiger to win. There’s something about his drive and dedication that, despite his dominance, makes me want to cheer him on.

Still, despite being a monster on the course, Tiger has another side; a side that doesn’t seem to show it self very often. I got a glimpse of that side a few years ago at the US Open:

My father and I were standing between a couple of holes, I think it was #10 and #11, but I’m not quite sure…what was different about these holes is that after finishing one, the players had to get in a cart and ride the cart over to the other hole. When Tiger was coming up 10, my father and I went over to the cart location, figuring we might get some quote or something from Tiger as he sat in the cart.

While Tiger sat in the cart, hat pulled down over his eyes, a fan, who probably had a sampled the $5 beers being sold around the course, yelled at him: “Tiger, you and me, match play…right now.” Tiger sat there for a moment, then, slowly looked up and said “How much you want to lose?”