Sport occupies our minds during this season.
My second favorite sport, after cricket, is golf. It’s the moment to make predictions about possible winners in America’s top match, and I find myself drawn to another legend: the amazing Tiger.
His remarkable agility in avoiding his wife’s three iron swing was unmatched. The subsequent encounter with the putter led to yet another intense battle.
Has he regained his former elegance?
Is Charlie Sheen offering him tips?
All I can say is his performance is once again in championship-winning shape. Watching his strokes from tee to green is truly exhilarating.
Women globally enjoy seeing him drive the ball. A Tiger emerging from the long grass is certainly a spectacular sight.
I recall a match he played in Lucknow… simply magnificent… not based on luck at all.
The audience erupted in cheers and sent kisses his way, or at least made sounds resembling kisses. Some labeled him a hooker, but that day his approach was direct, and he commended his caddie for carrying his nibblick (an Indian club).
He concluded with a hole in one (though I think it was just one of his socks).
Victory came after Ghengis Ghant lost his balls in the rough, likely crushed by a stray elephant.
In that moment, I realized I was witnessing a future champion. I wonder if he received his name after that match, given that India is known for hunting tigers.
But returning to the USA, I am wagering all my rupees on Tiger Woods to clinch the Masters. After that, it will be back to India claiming the gold medal in the Olympics in cricket, naturally.
Happy tiger watching.
by Rahndi Ghit
