Monday, September 24, 2018

Just how do you put Tiger Woods' comeback into historical context?

JOHN FEINSTEIN

Just how do you put Tiger Woods' comeback into historical context? Here's a start

September 23, 2018
By John Feinstein
From the Friday in San Diego—when he birdied the 18th hole at Torrey Pines North to make the cut on the number—to Sunday in Atlanta—when he led the final round from wire-to-wire—it felt as if the entire golf world was on the edge of its collective seat every time Woods teed it up. He failed to win a major championship, though he contended on Sunday both at Carnoustie and Bellerive. He didn’t win the FedEx Cup, although his victory at East Lake jumped him from the 20th in the final standings to second, behind only Justin Rose—who had to birdie the 18th to hang on for dear life to the $10 million bonus.
Those facts make it awfully difficult for those screeching that Woods is “back” to prove their case. Is Woods back to being one of the best players in the world? Absolutely. For a 42-year-old player who has had seven surgeries, Woods had an absolutely extraordinary year: one victory; two seconds; seven top-10s; 12 top-25s and 15 cuts made in 17 events. That’s stunning for a player who last won in 2013 and came into the year not having made a PGA Tour cut since August 2015.
Still, to compare that player in any way to the Tiger Woods who won 14 majors in his first 11½ seasons on tour and won his 79th tournament (in Akron) a little more than five years ago is like comparing that win in Akron to Woods’ 12-shot win at the Masters in 1997. One was good—even very good. The other was historic.
Tiger Woods celebrating on the 18th at East Lake
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The historic Tiger Woods is gone and may not be seen again ever in golf. But don’t take that as a slight. This Tiger Woods, the one who captivated the crowd at East Lake even with closing one-over 71, is still a sight to behold because of where he’s been the last nine years.
He’s fought injuries and he’s fought his better instincts. He made a complete mess of his personal life and embarrassed himself on more than one occasion away from the golf course. He’s gone through swing changes and swing coaches the way Mickey Rooney once went through wives. And even though he smiles more often now and deals with bad rounds much better, he remains someone who calls his yacht Privacy for a reason.
That said, it was nice to see the genuine emotion he showed after this victory. There were tears, and they were real. Clearly, it meant a lot to him, and the cheers from the crazed crowd brought a real smile to his face.
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It will be fascinating now to see how he performs in the Ryder Cup this coming week outside of Paris. The old Tiger Woods—actually, more accurately, the young Woods—could barely bring himself to care about the matches. Woods has been part of one winning American team as a player—in 1999—in seven Ryder Cup appearances. His record is 13-17-1, remarkably poor when compared to what his career has been. Years ago, it was David Feherty who said, “When Tiger was in kindergarten, his teacher wrote, ‘does not play well with others,’ on his report card.”
It was Phil Mickelson, Woods’s new BFF (talk about how life can change) who pointed out that Woods evolved as a Ryder Cup teammate after the death of his father, who had always counseled him to keep his distance from all other players—even during weeks when they were teammates. That change was most evident at Hazeltine when Woods, in the role of vice captain, played a key role in helping the U.S. win the Cup for the first time since 2008—a year Woods didn’t play because he was hurt.
If Woods plays as well in France as he has played during the tournament season, the U.S. should be a tough out—even on European soil, where it hasn’t won since 1993. If there’s one place where American captain Jim Furyk does not want to see the Tiger Woods of old, it is in Ryder Cup.
For the moment though, East Lake provided the perfect climax to this comeback year. It didn’t put Woods any closer to the record he craves most—Jack Nicklaus’s 18 major titles. But it did bring closure to the (correct) whispers about his ability to close that were heard during the year.
Every time Woods got close to a lead on Sunday this season (Tampa, Bay Hill, Washington, Carnoustie, Bellerive), something went awry and he ended up with a high finish but without a victory. This time, beginning the day with a three-shot lead on Rose and Rory McIlroy, Tiger birdied the first hole and never looked back. Certainly the fact that no one made any sort of move at him, helped. Rose shot a three-over-par 73 and McIlroy’s Sunday miseries continued with a four-over-par 74. Woods could cruise along making pars without having to look over his shoulder very much, if at all.
Tiger Woods
Sam Greenwood
Even so, the fact is, Woods took control of the golf tournament on Saturday when he birdied six of the first seven holes on a steamy afternoon at East Lake to open up a big lead, and no one ever got within serious striking distance of him again.
Of course, Woods will now be installed as the favorite to win all four majors next year—three of them are on golf courses where he’s won majors before. The Nicklaus watch will be on again, even though Woods is no closer to it at this moment than he was when he won No. 14 at Torrey Pines 10 years ago.
To focus on what Woods may or may not do next year or in the next few years is, at least at this moment, missing the point. The greatest comeback in golf history was Ben Hogan’s return from a near-fatal car accident in February 1949 to win the U.S. Open 16 months later and five more major championships after that. Woods’ comeback is more complex because a good deal of it was self-inflicted. But to come back from seven surgeries, including back-fusion surgery that was a last ditch attempt to get him back on the golf course, to play this well, is extraordinary.
One need not compare it to Hogan. Apples and oranges. Different circumstances; different time; different world. Both are worthy of great respect, perhaps even awe. Tom Watson almost won the Open Championship six weeks shy of turning 60—26 years after his last major victory. That surely should garner some attention.
Outside of golf, seven years after he had last won a major championship, Jimmy Connors made it to the U.S. Open tennis semifinals at age 39—which is considerably older in tennis than 42 is in golf. He didn’t win, but like Woods this year, played well enough to make those two weeks memorable.
Watson and Connors made their stunning comebacks in one tournament, not over an entire year. Gordie Howe returned to the NHL at 51 when the Hartford Whalers of the defunct WHA joined the league, and he played in all 80 games, scoring 15 goals. He even played alongside a then-19-year-old Wayne Gretzky in the All-Star game.
Muhammad Ali was denied 3½ years of his peak as a boxer because he refused to be inducted into the U.S. Army and came back to beat George Foreman to win back the heavyweight championship at age 32.
There are, of course, other comeback stories across sports. But what Woods has accomplished this year certainly belongs high on any list of great comebacks.
Where it will lead in the future, no one knows. Woods would be the first to tell you he won’t be all the way back until the day he wins another major title. That may or may not happen. Regardless, what he accomplished in 2018 was a sight for all to see.
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In 2000, at Pebble Beach, when Woods put on the most dominating performance of his career, winning the U.S. Open by 15 shots, he asked then USGA president Trey Holland, for a drop on the second hole during the last round. Holland didn’t allow it and, as a result, Woods only won by 15 shots instead of 16.
Tiger Woods, Joe LaCava
Kevin C. Cox
When Holland congratulated Woods on the 18th green that afternoon he said, “that was the greatest performance I’ve ever seen in golf. Congratulations.”
Woods looked at Holland and said, “I wish you’d given me that drop on No. 2.”
That was Woods then—never completely satisfied, always hungering for the next victory. Woods now may not win as often or as easily, but there’s little doubt that he has finally learned to truly savor success. In that sense, he’s light-years better and—perhaps more important, happier—than the virtually unbeatable Woods of yore.

Sunday, August 5, 2018

Ohio State looked the other way on Urban Meyer from the start


Huddle up! OK, everybody play stupid, on three! . . . Hut! Hut! Hut!
We don’t yet know what Urban Meyer knew or didn’t know, did or didn’t do, but we know what we have known from the day in 2011 when Ohio St. signed him: He wasn’t hired because he runs clean programs.
Meyer’s proclamations of being a deeply spiritual man always reminded me of Sinclair Lewis’s “Elmer Gantry,” a faith-based phony.
Throughout the six seasons, 2005-10, he led University of Florida football, he recruited then indulged “student-athletes” who had no business being in college other than winning football games, making bail and making him lots of money. Those were the wink-and-nod terms of his agreement.
Under Meyer, UF players were arrested at least 31 times. They included Aaron Hernandez, future Patriots’ TE who died in prison after being convicted of murder.
In 2011, Meyer took a year off. To do what? To join ESPN, naturally.
And every man and woman with ESPN, CBS, FOX who kissed his National Championship rings while pretending not to know Meyer represents anything better than the deeply compromised — and were paid to pretend that we didn’t know — can save their current breath and surprise.
In 2012 Meyer landed at Ohio St., his alma mater and a state school, for obscene money and a reported $21 million buyout clause to do the same as he did at UF: win, whatever it takes.
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And Meyer has met that single term of engagement, again with full scholarship recruits who lose valuable practice time to police matters and depart the University as socially deficient citizens, the likes of Ezekiel Elliott.
There is no scandal so large or so lasting that it can reverse the reality of Division I basketball and football, of schools operating as fronts for teams, known in other businesses and to district attorneys as racketeering.
Despite the pedophile scandal at Penn State, we-see-nothing sexual abuse and criminal misconduct transferred to Baylor, Michigan State, Louisville. The SEC now requires training to discourage recruits from committing sexual assaults. Imagine recruiting those who don’t yet know.
How did Southern Cal respond to one of its assistant basketball coaches being indicted in that adidas/FBI bribery case? Well, it fired that coach then hired one who just happens to be the father of two Top 40 high school players, which seems another form of bribery.
Is there one among us who feels that the 18-years of no-show classes for varsity athletes at North Carolina, as facilitated by a professor of ethics, no less, is unique to UNC?
Did Meyer know that one of his longtime assistant coaches is an accused recidivist wife-beater?
That’s not the question or the issue.
Rather, it’s did Ohio State know that in Meyer they were hiring a coach who won — and was allowed to win — national championships through the recruitment and indulgence of young men who had no legitimate business being granted full scholarships and the title “Student-Athletes”?
Was Meyer known before he was hired by OSU to run a clean operation?
Well, if I knew, and you knew the answer, and ESPN and the rest of the pandering TV hoards only pretended not to know, then Ohio State knew. Next!

Monday, April 9, 2018

'My son is a Masters champion': Patrick Reed's estranged mother endures a complex mix of emotions

By ALAN SHIPNUCK 
Sunday, April 08, 2018
AUGUSTA, Ga. — It didn't fall on Easter this year but Masters Sunday was still a kind of religious holiday in Augusta. As is the custom, church services were moved up earlier in the morning to allow locals time to get to the National or prepare all the fixings for a house party. One such gathering took place on the northern edge of Augusta at a tidy two-story house with black shutters identical to those on the National's clubhouse. A daughter who is away at college drove home from Athens just to share the Masters with her parents. A dozen friends dropped by, everyone settling in the outside seating area in the backyard by the pool, where there is a big TV. The family mutts Murphy and Cooper scampered underfoot. It was a Masters party just like every other with one wrenching difference: a few miles away, the hosts' son was on the way to winning the green jacket.Bill and Jeannette Reed and their daughter Hannah were not welcome at Augusta National. Patrick has made that much clear, the final twist of the knife in an estrangement that dates to 2012. So the Reeds gathered at the house their son lived in while leading Augusta State to two national championships. Memorabilia from his playing career is still scattered about: crystal trophies, photographs on the walls, a couple of commemorative golf bags. The bedroom he hasn't stepped foot in for so long is still universally referred to as "Patrick's room." As the Masters played out the soundtrack was buzzing and beeping phones; Bill alone had awakened to 152 text messages. The Reeds lived and died with every shot on the back nine, hooting and hollering at the TV. When the final putt dropped, they clung to each other like survivors in a life raft. Struggling to catch her breath, tears streaming down her cheeks, Jeannette said, "I can't believe my son is the Masters champion. It's surreal." It was a dizzying mix of pride and pain.
I asked Patrick in the champion's press conference if it was bittersweet not to be able to share the most triumphant moment of his life with his parents and baby sister. "I'm just out here to play golf and try to win golf tournaments," was his cold-blooded reply.
Every family has its own dysfunction. The Reeds' is key to understanding the newly minted Masters champ, a complicated man who is still trying to outrun his shadows.
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Patrick grew up in Texas, in a family of golfers. As Jeannette said earlier on Sunday, "My sister was an excellent player, my father was a big golfer — he's in heaven enjoying a Manhattan watching his grandson contend for the green jacket." Plastic golf clubs were among Reed's first baby gifts. By age 9, he was taking lessons from Peter Murphy, a Hank Haney disciple. His boyhood hero Tiger Woods was sometimes at the same practice facility working with Haney, and Reed studied him carefully and modeled himself after a golfer who has always been a lone wolf. By the time he was 10, Reed was wearing trousers at tournaments, the better to prepare himself for the PGA Tour, while all the other kids wore shorts in the blazing Texas heat.
Bill worked in the health care industry, and the family moved to Baton Rouge for Reed's high school years. He was a cocky kid who had no trouble backing up his brash words. In 2006, as a freshman, he helped University High win the state championship, and they repeated the next year as Reed shot a scorching 65 to take individual honors. Everyone who came in contact with the young Patrick was struck by his fierce determination.
"In the summers and on the weekend he would show up by himself and hit balls for eight hours straight, with maybe one break in the middle to drink a Powerade," says Mike Johnson, the head pro at LSU Golf Course in Baton Rouge, where Patrick spent most of his teenage years. "Nobody had to push him, because he had an incredible drive to succeed. I don't think you can make a kid that way — it comes from inside."
Georgia won a fierce recruiting battle, and Reed, a pudgy, baby-faced 17-year-old, joined a veteran team stacked with future pros Brian Harman, Russell Henley, Harris English, and Hudson Swafford. Having grown up a golf nerd with few friends, Reed cut loose at Georgia, resulting in an arrest for underage drinking and possessing a fake ID. He pleaded guilty to the misdemeanor and was put on probation, fined and sentenced to 60 hours of community service. Plenty of college kids make similar mistakes. What doomed Reed at Georgia was committing golf's original sin. As Shane Ryan writes in his book Slaying The Tiger: "During a qualifying round prior to a tournament, according to sources close to the team, Reed hit a ball far into the rough. When he approached the spot, he found another ball sitting closer to the fairway, and was preparing to hit it when several of his teammates confronted him. Reed pleaded ignorance, but the other Georgia players were convinced he had been caught red-handed trying to cheat." Ryan details a second alcohol-related offense during Reed's freshman year, which hastened the end of his career at Georgia.
He transferred to Augusta St. and moved back in with his parents but quickly squandered the fresh start with his immature, abrasive behavior. Stories are legion of how Reed rubbed his new teammates the wrong way, to the point that they considered taking a vote to kick him off the team. And yet Reed was such a blue-chip talent he pushed the team to unprecedented heights. He went 3-0 in the match play portion in back-to-back years to carry the Jaguars to consecutive national championships even as he was all but estranged from his teammates.
Reed found comfort in the arms of a pert blonde named Justine Karain, who was four years older. By the time Reed turned pro, in June 2011, she had completed two undergraduate degrees and was working as a nurse, but Justine couldn't resist the siren song of competition so she volunteered to be her boyfriend's caddie. At Klein Forest High in Houston, Justine had been a standout swimmer and soccer player, and she turned out to be a natural as a caddie. "She's helped me so much," Patrick once told me. "When the gun goes off, I want to fire at every flag and try to birdie every hole, but she's very poised, and she would get me to slow down and think things through."
Patrick and Justine wed in December 2012, when he was only 22. His parents had expressed misgivings about him getting married so young and urged him to slow down. The advice was not well received and Bill and Jeannette (and Hannah) were not invited to the wedding and Patrick cut off contact with his family, instead surrounding himself with Justine's people: her brother Kessler took over caddying duties; her sister, Kris, served as a nanny for the Reeds' daughter Windsor Wells; mom Janet regularly travels with the family, acting as a kind of chief of staff and helping with her granddaughter and grandson Barrett, who was born in December 2017. The whole brood usually shares a rental house and Patrick cooks most of the dinners, charring a variety of meats on the grill and occasionally whipping up his signature dish, shrimp Alexander, having pried loose the recipe from a chef at Morton's, his favorite restaurant. Janet is not a moderating influence on the complicated family dynamics. In an on-the-record interview three years ago she had a series of disparaging things to say about Bill and Jeannette and the way they raised their son.
The Reeds have had no contact with Patrick since he got married, despite repeatedly emailing him and reaching out through intermediaries. A friend of Bill and Jeannette's had extra tickets to the 2014 U.S. Open, so with some trepidation, they went to Pinehurst No. 2 and followed Patrick throughout the second round, hoping to perhaps reestablish contact and meet their granddaughter for the first time. Justine was also in the gallery, but no words were exchanged. Walking up the 18th hole, Bill, Jeannette and Hannah were surrounded by police officers. They ultimately were escorted off the grounds and had their tournament badges confiscated by a USGA official who, according to Jeannette, said he was acting on Justine's wishes. (In previous interviews Patrick and Justine declined to comment on any aspect of their relationship with his parents.) Justine has long been the source of conjecture on Tour, a mysterious figure draped in jewelry and flashy clothes who, like her husband, keeps to herself. Another Tour wife, who has shared multiple U.S. team rooms with the Reeds and spoke on the condition of anonymity, says, "She's always very nice. Too nice. It's all pleasantries and small talk. It's like she's afraid of any real conversation because if you actually talk about real life it will get too uncomfortable."
The family drama spilled out into the open in late 2016, when Justine wrote a Facebook post about her in-laws which included the line, "They are sick people and need help." Hannah responded with a long, anguished post of her own, writing, "I have sat back and watched the numerous and disgusting accusation his wife, mother-in-law and everyone now associated as his family have made. Patrick is not the same person he used to be. This is not a brother anymore, but a selfish, horrible stranger and it's heartbreaking … It is devastating seeing my parents hurt and suffer from what is being posted about them."
As all of this has played out around him, Patrick has retreated into an insular world, a stranger to his colleagues. "I don't really know him, even though we played on the Ryder Cup team together," says Ryan Moore. "He keeps to himself and does his own thing."
"I don't know him that well," says Webb Simpson. "I'm not sure anybody does."
"I think he gets an untrue rep from who he actually is," says Daniel Berger. "He's a good guy. You hear people saying he's not a nice guy or they don't like him but I think that's untrue, to be honest. He's doing his own thing and doing his job and he doesn't care what people think. He just has his head down and they take that negatively."
Asked whom Reed's friends are on Tour, Berger said, "To be honest, he doesn't really play with the guys during practice rounds. He's always by himself."
Golf fans have picked up on the bad juju that has long followed Reed. Even though the Masters is in a town to which he brought so much golf glory, the crowd was never on his side on Sunday. The feeling around the 18th green when he won was subdued to the point of being awkward.
Across town, at the home of the parents of the Masters champion, there were also conflicting emotions.
"Of course we're so happy for Patrick," Jeannette said. She started to add something else but had to stop to cry.

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

The Search for Jackie Wallace