Golf

I was thinking about golf today.  This isn't a common occurrance; mostly it came up because Joe Posnanski wrote a typically brilliant piece about "the next great golfer", and well, Mr. Posnanski often inspires me to think.  Golf is a sport I've never played, unless you count some Pitch and Putt (and by "Pitch" I mean "groundballs hit with a pitching wedge"), but I've thought about trying it, as both my brothers play.  And it seems like one of those sports you can get into at an advanced age. But the Tiger Woods thing is kind of crushing.  I play sports in the sense that I can win, that I can beat the game, that there's something to figure out and do right and then you're fine.  Golf, tho, always wins in the end.  Tiger probably came the closest to "beating" the sport - him or Jack Nicklaus, and at the very least it seemed that Tiger would prove the equal of Jack.  But he couldn't do it.  Age, a bad knee, a woman... some combination of everything brought down the Tiger, and there was golf again, standing victorious.  Tiger looked terrible at the PGA, and I'm losing confidence that he can win again. So what does the sport leave us with?  Nobody I care about doing well; some Euros who annoy me (this means you, Rory McIlroy) winning some stuff, and one no-name winning the PGA because another no-name faded terribly.  That's not an interesting sport; that's the Nationwide Truck Racing Series. Golf may have won, as it always does, but in terms of my fandom, beating Tiger is a Pyrrhic victory.