- Snead v. Hogan: Snead had the power, and the talent, that Hogan envied, but Hogan had the mental toughness and work ethic (and pure cussedness) that Snead didn't approach. They were both poor kids who valued the money, but Snead seemed to have enjoyed golf more (considering that he was still playing into the last year of his life)
- Palmer v. Nicklaus: Arnold was there first, the transformative power hitter who feared nothing, not trees, not long putts, not even young Jack, who hit it further and higher and straighter and smarter. Jack was the first of the rich kids.
- Nicklaus v. Trevino: another talent mismatch, but Trevino knew how to get under Jack's skin, and nobody ever played more smart shots, had more control, or more guts on the green than Lee...but if Nicklaus was playing his best, he was untouchable.
- Mickelson v. Woods: Each was a young phenom (Mickelson won a pro tournament before he turned pro), each was strong, both could putt...but Tiger is Hogan to Phil's Snead. He has the work ethic, the mental toughness, and the mean streak PLUS he has Team Tiger: Stevie, the IMG group, Elin...and Pappy's Ghost.
- Woods v. ???: Not Els, not Garcia, not Harrington. Some kid, maybe McIlroy.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Tiger's Game
Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
The Tiger
William Blake. 1757–1827
TIGER, tiger, burning bright in the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat, what dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears, and water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?