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Columns:Head, Heart, Hands, Health To understand why Tiger Woods is the greatest golfer ever, it doesn’t take much more than looking at the foundations of a long-running youth organization |
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George Peper In the mind of any clear-thinking golf aficionado, surely there is no longer a question of whether Tiger Woods is the greatest player of all time. All you Jones Junkies, Hogan Huggers and Nicklaus Nuts can put your placards down, because your boys just aren’t part of the conversation anymore. And please don’t try to pacify me with that old bromide: “All you can do is evaluate each player in the era in which he competed.” Sorry, but if Tiger could be beamed back in time, Bobby, Ben and Jack would be left gawking in his wake along with the rest of them. For a while, I was in the “Let’s wait and see him win 19 majors” camp. Now, I don’t care whether he stays at 13 majors or wins another 13; Tiger in his first dozen years as a professional has already proved he’s the most dominant player the game has ever seen. Indeed, it seems to me that the more interesting question is not whether he’s the best, but why. Having given it some thought, I think it boils down to the fact that he is the only member of the 4-H Club. Yes, that 4-H Club—the one with the kids on tractors. Remember their motto? Head, Heart, Hands, Health. Tiger has all four—no other player ever has—in magnificent abundance. HEAD Among today’s pretenders, Jim Furyk is a gutsy guy who knows how to manage his game—the problem is that he has palpably less game to manage than Tiger does. Vijay Singh and Padraig Harrington have the work ethic but clearly lack other ingredients of mind and body or their labors would pay off more frequently. Sergio Garcia has the competitive Heart but doesn’t temper it with a cool Head. HANDSHands are the raw talent part of the equation, the ability to swing a driver at 140 miles per hour yet still hit the ball straight; to pluck, scrape, gouge, pound and feather the ball from all manner of lies and situations along all sorts of trajectories and paths, consistently depositing it within the shadow of the flagstick; and then, to hole 99.9 percent of one’s putts of three feet and under—as Tiger does. In virtually every round he pulls off a shot that no other player would dare attempt except in a practice round. As a putter he has no equal—partly because of his aforementioned strength of Head and Heart, but also because has an innate sort of feel. The game’s history is full of great ball strikers—Harry Vardon, Hogan, Byron Nelson and Sam Snead, Peter Thomson, Tom Watson, Nick Faldo, Greg Norman—but none of them had Tiger’s full measure of tee-to-green magic. Probably the only ones in his class in terms of shotmaking virtuosity were Seve Ballesteros and Lee Trevino, each of whom could make the ball dance and had what Johnny Miller has aptly described as “a sixth sense” for the game. But neither Seve nor Lee had Tiger’s Head or Heart. Seve was one of the game’s leading whiners (a mantle he seems to have passed on to Sergio) and Trevino, after a couple of poor early finishes at Augusta, talked himself out of ever winning the Masters. On today’s Tour, only Phil Mickelson and Ernie Els seem to have Tiger-like talent but, once again, neither has his Head or Heart (or for that matter his Health). Witness their collective dozen or so collapses in the clutch of big events. HEALTH Simply put, Tiger has Player’s Health, Seve’s Hands, Hogan’s Heart, and Nicklaus’ Head. That’s why he’s the best ever. |
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