I don’t care about the knee. I don’t care about the 9-week layoff. I don’t care about the toughening conditions.
I don’t care.
Tiger Woods is two days away from winning his third U.S. Open and 14th major championship of his career.
He was sluggish to start his round on Friday, falling to 3 over for the tournament and was left for dead after blocking a drive under a tree near a cart path on the first hole.
So what does Woods do, his tournament hanging in the balance?
He blasts a beauty of a rocket pin high on the green and drains the putt. He birdies four out of five holes and fires a 30 on his second nine for a 3-under 68 to leave him one shot out of the lead heading into the weekend.
Will he get fatigued? Will the knee bother him? Will he struggle as the course gets harder.
Who’s gonna derail Woods from what will be his most impressive major win since he lapped the field at Pebble Beach? Stuart Appleby? Maybe, but not likely. Robert Karlsson? Please. Rocco Mediate? No.
Don’t make me laugh.
Lefty was just that on Thursday and Friday — left. He can’t even hit a 3 wood straight off the tee. Hit it in the fairway and Mickelson can compete. But he ain’t doing it, so it doesn’t matter. Now, at 4 over, he’ll need two rounds in the 60s to win. Good luck. He’ll need it, but he may have used most of it up with the chips that saved him only from double bogeys on Friday.
This is a done deal. Tiger’s driving. Tiger’s throwing darts with his irons. Tiger’s making everything on the greens.
Tiger’s in control.
Call it a day. Call it a tournament.
Call it for what it is.