Tiger won again yesterday. It's his off season but this tournament is a big deal for him as he's the unofficial host and proceeds help his foundation. He won 1.4 million and gave it to the kids he supports. Great athlete and pretty good guy.
I've mentioned before how much I admire him. I'm sure I've mentioned how my Dad and I used to talk about Tiger and his wins and losses and how he is my favorite athlete. My Dad would call me after ever Tiger win and "congratulate" me.
As soon as the last putt would drop the phone would ring and my Dad would be on the other end.
"Just calling to say well done, ..." and then we'd spend some time re-hashing all the great shots and bemoaning the fact that the big U.S. networks never show enough Mike Weir. That pissed him off to no end.
Anyway, not to be to hokey or maudlin or what ever you are when your sort of sad all the time. But yesterday Tiger won for the first time since my Dad died and it was weird. I half expected the phone to ring and of course it didn't.
Strange the times I think of him and last night just after 6 o'clock was one of them.
Another reminder that my father is no longer going to be on the other end of the phone when Tiger Woods wins.
I know my Dad would still be happy for both of us!
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