The most famous golfer in the world isn't as young as he used to be—and watching him lose at Augusta yesterday reminded me that neither am I
Charl Schwartzel, the 26-year-old who won the Masters on Sunday, deserves his moment in the spotlight. Congratulations! That obligation fulfilled, it's permissible to talk about Tiger Woods, who finished fourth. Yes, I know, it's absurd that planet earth's most famous golfer so frequently dominates the story line of every tournament whether he wins or loses. But I can't help it. I wanted Woods to win at Augusta. I've wanted him to win every major for a while now, and to break the record he is chasing.
Why is that?
After all, I don't particularly care about professional golf, and although I care even less about the personal lives of pro athletes, the tabloid headlines didn't endear him to anyone. Still, I cringed when Woods missed his eagle putt on number 15, and again when he missed a tough birdie on the next hole. It quickly became clear that he wouldn't win the tournament, and that's when it hit me. Seeing him less than dominant on the home stretch gave me the same feeling as watching Kobe Bryant elevate less explosively than he once did, or seeing Carson Palmer of the Cincinnati Bengals struggle with injuries until it seemed that his best seasons were behind him.
These aren't my favorite athletes of all time. That honor is always going to belong to Magic Johnson. What Woods, Bryant, and Palmer have in common is that they're the athletes I most associate with being my age. Woods, 35, is several years my elder, but given how old all the golfers seemed when I was a kid, his explosion onto the scene was a revelation. Bryant is 32, just months older than I am. Since he turned pro so young, and played basketball for my favorite team, his early flashes of brilliance marked the first time I conceived of a superstar being the same age as me.
Then there is Palmer. We were in the same high school class—that is to say, I literally attended the same high school as he did, and saw his phenomenal talent up close. During one CIF playoff game, our high school squared off against Tustin, whose running back, De Shaun Foster, would go on to be a standout at UCLA and is now in the NFL. He rushed for 377 yards and six touchdowns! It didn't matter. Palmer put on an offensive show of his own, leading us to a 55 - 42 victory in what an ESPN writer called "one of the greatest games in county history." Palmer went on to win the Heisman Trophy at USC. Would my classmate end up in the Hall of Fame?
The hardest moment in my life as a sports fan was when Magic Johnson announced he was HIV positive. I was 11-years-old. He was my favorite player. I didn't understand why he had to retire. Then Linda Ellerbie was on Nickelodeon explaining AIDS and putting a condom over a banana. What I took from the whole affair was this terrible expectation that Magic might soon die.