I saw the first 67 shots Tiger Woods hit in the final round of The Barclays on Sunday in Jersey City, but I only saw the end result of his 68th. When Woods struck a lengthy putt for birdie that would have put him in a playoff with Steve Williams — with Adam Scott along for the ride — I stood near the 18th green with a million or so fellow fans. I couldn’t actually see Tiger. Instead, as I stood about 25 deep, I found a small opening through various heads, shoulders and baseball caps that provided a perfect view of the cup but nothing else. On tip-toes I waited for Tiger to strike the putt, waiting for the crowd to tell me when the ball was on its way. When the roars started I jumped up and down several times because everyone in front of me did the same thing, all of us looking something like the Cameron Crazies at the start of a game against North Carolina.
It was a long putt so it took a long time for the ball to reach the cup. I saw it about two inches before it stopped about two inches from the hole. And that was the end of Tiger’s tournament. And it was the end of my first time seeing him play in person. I think I had a more enjoyable Sunday.