Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Stuff Of Dreams

Fortunately, snuggling into my favourite chair, the Memorial Sunday had seemed to be warming up for a nice multiple-player battle, a perfect midnight watch. Unfortunately, the television had been reached to only midway through the round. Obviously, I hadn't seen the 11th-hole eagle, the inch-exact hitting all through that walk through Muirfield Village, the fact that all signs looked ominous for another episode of Tiger's One-Man Show.

The Masters Par-Three event quirkily makes me look at golfers slightly differently, and it was one image of Luke high-fiving Junior Donald last year that found a tiny soft spot in my heart for the Englishman. So, it was quite a delight to have seen him leading on Day 1 but Thursday was history. Sunday had begun with Tiger way back from the co-leaders and ended with two back-to-back jaw-droppingly magic approach shots and a super-quick judgement on exactly what he feels about doubts on his fitness, form, finesse ahead of the US Open.

It was all going through calmly before the feel of a Sunday afternoon marathon was wiped out by the quick sprint on the finishing leg by Woods, the pace too much for the potential challengers following him in the two groups behind. I rubbed the last remnants of sleep from my eyes, sitting 9 and a half hours ahead of Ohio time, as the ball landed for what looked a very makeable birdie on the 17th hole. Tiger broke out of the four-way tie with that birdie. And it was astonishment that had me rubbing eyes a few minutes later, with that inches-away second shot making sure that anyone hoping for a man-to-man play-off would have to get there with something very very special.

PGA Tour-watching in India takes a big toll on sane sleeping hours, but life finds new meaning with having watched a finish like this to brag about!

Posted by: 'hopper
 

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