Oh Tom Watson, what a wonderful story it would have been ‘eh? Maybe the biggest and best sports story ever. At a time when we could all use a best sports story ever. The Depression Era had Bobby Jones and his impossible Grand Slam. And here we are in the middle of something that might be worse and there you were in the middle of the 18th fairway with a one shot lead. Magic is what it was. A sixth Open Championship. Tying a record that no one even bothers to talk about because there’s just no way anyone wins a major six times these days. I’d say a win for the ages but Nance has the copyright on that doesn’t he?
After your round on Saturday, when you talked about looking at your caddy coming up 18 and saying that Bruce was with you and how you both teared up. How many other eyes teared up throughout the world when they heard that? I know mine did. And throughout the world is exactly right. This wasn’t just a US or UK kind of story. I’ve read where some thought that your win would restore some long lost and much needed pride back in a country they say needs it so. That may or may not be, but you transcended all of that. Took it beyond a country thing and made it worldly.
I read a post by one of the golf bloggers before the start of yesterday’s round. Maybe you read it too. After all, a man who got Jack Nicklaus to send his first ever text message just might read a blog or two. This blogger, William Wolfrum, said a win by you “… changes everything. Markets will open, credit will flow like wine and the ever-growing list of pain-in-the-ass despots around will get together and change their ways, sending the world a one-line note: ‘Hey everyone, sorry. We’ll cut all that out now.’” The world was on your shoulders Tom and with all of that it’s a wonder you could even swing the club.
But swing it you did. I don’t ever recall being that nervous over the outcome of a golf tournament. And I’m old enough to have been through a few. You’ve got me by a year in the age category so as you can imagine, I’ve seen a lot of golf through the years. Hogan’s back nine at the Masters when he was close to your age. Jack’s win at the Masters in the eighties. The Duel in the Sun. Those were all great moments but nothing like what you gave us on Sunday. Up and down all day. From fairway to green. From gorse to green. In the lead by one. Down by two. And then finally, on the 18th hole, from the middle of the fairway, a shot struck so superbly, just as you had envisioned it, a shot that should have led to a two putt and the Claret Jug, bounded through the green.
You said in the press conference afterwards that you probably should have played a nine iron instead of the eight that you did. You factored in the wind. The lie. All of the things you’ve done so many times before when you’ve gone on to win. You forgot one thing though Tom. The weight of the world on your shoulders. No matter the club that weight would have carried the ball through the green. Thank you sir, for the best golf tournament I’ve ever seen and for showing all of us how champions bear that load.