Nobody Daily – 6/18/08

Nobody Asked Me But:

I am not into hero worship, but I am into respect for those I deem worthy. Among sports figures, I find fewer and fewer worthy. One who earns it from me is Tiger Woods. He does not thump his chest after every great, or even good, shot. He does not proclaim his greatness verbally. At some point he must have listened to my mother and grandmother, because he allows his actions to speak louder than his words. His victory Monday in the U. S. Open over the field, over Rocco and over a bad knee was one for the ages.

Here is a great Tiger story (I am sorry, but I do not remember the source):

"The coverage of him often centers upon this question: How did this creature come about? The articles inevitably mention his precocity (at age 3, he shot a 48 on the front nine of a regulation course) and provide examples of his athletic prowess: Once Woods tried out four drivers that Nike was experimenting with and told the lab guys that he preferred the heavier one. The researchers thought the clubs were the same weight, but they measured and Woods was right. The club he’d selected was heavier by the equivalent of two cotton balls."