A Little Magic
Golf is really not my game. There really are only two types of people: those that play golf and have discovered the true benefits and depth of the game, and those that think the other group is fat, bored, and too unimaginative and snotty to develop a more genuine pursuit.
Well, so it's not my game.
But the universe definitely had something to prove on that Sunday. And choosing golf as its shocker of the week was a good choice; that brought in that element of surprise and unexpectedness along with the usual shock-value.
16th Hole, Par 3 of the Augusta Master's, and Tiger Woods was just off the green (but not close) after his first shot. What happened next was simply unbelievable. He chipped the ball (is that what its called - not frump or something?) completely away from the hole, to what looked like some obscure part of the green that is usually reserved for squatting or whatever.
Okay seriously, the next few seconds were astonishing. The ball skipped happily away from the hole, then landed, rolled completely in the opposite direction (i.e., back towards the hole, dummy), curved around here and there, paused (for a while, I might add) to take a bow at the precipice, and then neatly dropped in.
To put it mildly, it was phenomenal. For that brief flicker of a moment, I developed the deepest respect for the sheer mastery Woods possessed over his calling, a touch most of us can only dream of as regards whatever we may choose to do. Without a doubt, it is that sort of magic we ought to aim for in our own lives, having now been clearly shown a glittering example of just such conjurations.
And though I have since left those elevated clouds of warm appreciativeness and am now back to the decidedly cooler climes of cynicism and bitchiness, I must still admit that on that day, Tiger Woods came in first by far - in all our books.
Logic, believability, and poor Physics came in a distant and disappointing second. Bravo, Tiger.