Caught Tom Watson’s likely last walk over the historic stone bridge at St. Andrew’s yesterday. A class act Tom is. And what a thrill he gave us last year at the British Open.
Here’s a look back.
Originally published 7/20/09
Years ago I heard someone say the difference between soap operas and sports is the “audience” that watches them. At first pass, some might think the point is that one gender likes soap operas or sports more than the other but the point really is that soap operas and sports are so very similar.
In both lie often incredible and transfixing stories.
Susan and I couldn’t take our eyes away from Tom Watson’s golf performance at the British Open this weekend. In the space of 48 hours, we ran a gamut of emotions sitting in our living room and watching this story play out.
And I am so thankful for that.
As I write this a few hours after he lost in a playoff to Stuart Cink on the final day of the Open; I realize how lucky I am to have invested here emotionally. At 59 years of age nearly 25 years removed from his last major championship, Tom held the golf world ( and I suspect a whole lot of new weekend TV converts) captive. Could he be the oldest man to win a major championship? Could this gentleman, this statesman for the game sit atop the golf world once again and live for real, an improbable heroic story?
There was chest tightening nervousness in my living room as we watched him tee off on hole after hole on Sunday. At times we refused to watch some of his short putts (his long time nemesis) for fear of either seeing him miss or like a jinx, by watching we might just influence that putt in a bad way. We literally jumped and cheered when he sank the few birdies he made Sunday and there were tears when we realized he was going to win… and tears again when we realized that he wouldn’t.
It was exhilarating. It was exhausting.
I don’t think it matters much whether your deep emotions come out though a fictional story or a real life story, rather, that they just do. It feels good this collection of intense feelings, a bit like a mental cleansing. It feels good to have all those emotions across such a broad spectrum, be let out.
And who knows, maybe going for a ride on a wild emotional story once in a while has other benefits too. Not for nothing, but after watching that tournament; I went downstairs and had one of the best workouts I’ve had in a long time. I then mowed the lawn in some of the most artistic patterns ever and I swear at my grill, the beer was colder and the cheeseburgers tasted better than they have all summer.
Thank you Tom Watson.
Till next time,
Grow The Business.