I am not a huge golf fan. Actually, I am no fan at all. If you ever watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer, there’s a fabulous episode in an alternate universe where Willow is a vampire and at one point she notes she is “bored now”. After which, she engages in full on evil behavior. When I watch golf I often think of that Willow scene. See there. This Buffy bit was not one of my well-known digressions. But back to actual golf.
I didn’t watch the Masters. I watched the last few minutes. You know, those minutes where Tiger Woods made many men cry. And, women too. I just so happened to be at the gym and it was all men there and the scene was electrifying. Even I did a hand raise on the elliptical. Why? Who doesn’t love an epic comeback story?
Tiger has had a rough decade. To say the least. His dad died. His marital strife and associated cheating scandal was intense. I mean there was a golf club involved. He then had surgery. Mutiple surgeries. His body was in pain. He got a DUI. He lost tournaments. He missed tournaments. A week ago, a sportscaster said that Tiger had zero chance of winning the Masters. Who doesn’t root for an underdog?
We like stories of redemption. We like seeing someone turn their life around. We like come-from-behind stories. These are rooted in our psyche. They give us a rush. We experience a surge of endorphins and an odd sense of empathy. We value, highly so, things that feel earned. This Tiger win feels “earned” to many people. Whether he has turned his personal life around is another story that we may or may not find out about. I’m sure many had wished his dad could have been there to hug him.But his family seemed immensely happy and proud of him. That has got to give people the “feels”.
The best part of those last few minutes of the event was his intense focus followed by jubilant relief. If only us all could go through that.