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Happy Mother’s Day to a Tiger fan

My mother is a huge Tiger Woods fan. Even now, one second after typing that sentence, I cannot believe that I just wrote those words. But it’s true. Somehow, it’s really true.

My mother, as I have written many times before, does not care at all about sports. I usually make this point by telling the unearned runs story — when my first baseball story appeared in a newspaper, Mom said she liked it but asked, “Who are you to decide that a run is unearned?” — but the truth is there are a lifetime of stories like that. There is no single story that could capture the day-after-day-after-day scorn she has expressed for these silly little games that took up way too much of my attention. I would never be able to count the times my mother shook her head at her oldest son and said the word “Sports!” with disdain. Nothing on earth seemed sillier to her.

She came by this sports indifference honestly … my mother’s father, if possible, had even less use for sports. My grandfather was a scholar in the old fashioned sense of the world. He was actually a tailor, but in every free moment you would find him in his library reading. It was never light reading. Never. He read history. Philosophy. Ideology. Law. I have this memory of him reading a medical journal of some kind. My grandfather read in four or five languages, there was some disagreement about that, and he would not read a novel if it was the last book left on earth. Shakespeare was too slight for him. Romance was beneath contempt.

And sports? My grandfather, more than once, would do this little one act play for me. The newspaper would come, and my grandfather — a small but sturdy man who I believe could have sustained himself on hot water alone — would take the paper in his two hands. He would very carefully take out the sports section (which, in those days, was often part of another section, like business). And then, he would tear it from the rest of the paper, march like John Phillip Sousa, and dramatically stuff it in the garbage. “That,” he used to say, “is what I think of sports.”

My mother was a slightly less devout a non-sports fan — she always liked the Olympics, especially the Winter Olympics, especially the figure skating — but only slightly less devout. She never, ever was in the room when there was a baseball game or football game or basketball game on television. She did not come to watch my Little League games, as far as I know she never even considered it. This wasn’t a lack of attention — my mother always was VERY attentive to my life. It’s just that we did other things — read together, played board games and cards together, went to the movies together. Sports was for me and my father. She thought it a complete and utter waste of time.*

*It was always entertaining when we were playing Trivial Pursuit and my mother landed on orange for a sports question. Every single baseball answer was Babe Ruth. Every single one. He was the only baseball player she could reliably name. She might know of Pete Rose or Joe DiMaggio or Jackie Robinson, but she would almost certainly get the first name wrong. For a golf question, she once guessed Jack Nicholson.

This has not changed much in my 25 or so years as a sportswriter. Out of love, Mom does read my work, at least some of it, so she has involuntarily picked up a few things. I do believe my mother, alone among her peer group, could tell you that the win is a lousy way to judge a pitcher’s performance. But, all in all, the state of affairs has remained constant. My mother will talk all day about politics. About movies. About just about any television show out there because she watches them all. About what’s a good bargain at Costco and what isn’t. But sports. No. Never.

So, it was kind of shocking when one day, not so long ago, she told me that she watched a golf tournament because Tiger Woods was in it. My mother had a strange reaction to the Tiger Woods scandal of a few years ago, the opposite of what you might expect. Up to that point, Tiger Woods was just a name to her — maybe not even a name. If my Mom cared nothing at all about sports, golf was even lower on the list. Golf, in addition to being a sport, was a COUNTRY CLUB sport. It had nothing at all to do with her life. She read things I wrote about Tiger Woods, but that’s where it ended.

Then the scandal … and Mom did not like the way the tabloids and people went after Tiger Woods. It isn’t that she approved of his lifestyle, it’s more like she didn’t think it was anybody else’s business how he lived his life. All that was between Tiger, his wife, his family, she had no use at all for all the rumors and stories and judgmental attitudes. “It’s not like he broke any laws,” she said. To her, Tiger Woods is rich and famous, and she figured how he lives his life is his own affair — same as Robert Redford and Leonardo DiCaprio and Anne Hathaway and anyone else she only knows through the prism of their fame.

So, when Woods came back to golf, while people openly wondered if Woods would lose his fan base, he ADDED at least one fan, someone who had never once thought about golf for more than a half-second. She found herself rooting for Tiger Woods to win. And in rooting for Tiger Woods, she actually got hooked on watching golf. Key word: Watching. My mother would be no more likely to swing a golf club than jump from a plane. But watching golf — well, one of many things my mother and I share is our slightly obsessive personalities. When my mother gets hooked on something like television golf or television poker (she knows EVERYTHING about it), or American Idol or Game of Thrones or Harlequin Romances, she goes all in. Mom doesn’t care for Bruce Springsteen, but I think she likes how much I like him because, well, I’m her son.

Back to golf: Mom will only watch when Tiger Woods is playing (making her like many other people) and she is thoroughly into it. She has opinions about different golfers. She follows the schedule closely. The weekends have become little golf miniseries. Always, she wants Tiger Woods to win.

When I called Sunday morning to wish Mom a happy Mother’s Day, she immediately started to talk about Tiger Woods. She did not go into the silly little Tiger-Sergio feud* — doesn’t care. She did not go into the specifics of Tiger’s game or the theater of TPC Sawgrass or the relative importance of The Players Championship.

*When thinking of this ridiculous “feud,” I can’t help but think of Jim Murray’s line about the Twin Cities: “(They) didn’t like each other and from what I could see I didn’t blame either of them.”

She just said that Tiger is a marvel because he’s always at the top. The other golfers on the leaderboard change, they rise and fall, they miss the cut one week and win the tournament the next, new names seems to fall out of the sky. But Tiger Woods is always there, always in contention, always great. That’s what impresses Mom. That was at the heart of her constant message to us kids. Anyone can be good once or twice. Anyone can succeed when they’re feeling good, when the breaks go their way, when they have natural talent. But to be good time after time, year after year, through the rough times, through the painful times, when the ball bounces badly, that is what it means to be successful and maybe even great.

“Do you think Tiger will win?” she asked me.

“He has a good chance,” I said.

“He ALWAYS has a good chance,” she corrected.

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8 Responses to Happy Mother’s Day to a Tiger fan

  1. djangoz says:

    I can’t help but wonder…does your mother have a secret?

  2. Mark Daniel says:

    Your mother thinks deeply. I think most people say about Tiger that he’s immensely talented and driven to win, and end at that. Your mother goes a step further and brings up his resilience. It’s probably hard to think about the resilience of Tiger Woods, because of the aforementioned qualities. It’s sort of like marveling about the resilience of Warren Buffet. But your mother is right. People aren’t machines, they have set backs and it is not easy or common to remain at the top ALL the time. Moreover, Tiger’s success so far this year is maybe the ultimate testament to his resiliency.

  3. Perks says:

    Have to admit that I’m curious about your mother’s opinion on Costco’s bargains (vs. non-).

  4. jim louis says:

    I love rooting for athletes and people who are dealt a bad hand in life and can overcome. Tiger’s trying to over-come his addiction to ladies, which got him caught, leading to him losing his wife and millions, frankly isn’t the type of resiliency I care to cheer for. Plus I’ve always thought Tiger had a punk-ish, immature quality that is a huge turn-off. Add to that the fact ESPN and Nike have long rammed him into our consciouses, including the tired red shirt/black pants on Sundays and the commercial trying to tell us to forgive Tiger. Us fans have the freedom to like and dis-like who he choose. We even have the right to root for an athlete for a long time, then change our minds when the athlete does something we like, like Lebron, who made me do a 180 with how he exited Cleveland.

    • djangoz says:

      I agree completely.

      I enjoy rooting for and against athletes based on their skills and on their personality. I can’t pay attention to one without the other.

      Tiger is a heck of a golfer, but not much of a human being. I now enjoy rooting against him.

    • David in NYC says:

      jim louis — Who exactly is telling you for whom you can or cannot root? If you don’t want to, don’t root for Tiger, but don’t expect me to believe there is some media conspiracy to force you to.

      BTW, Tiger wears read for the final round (not necessarily Sunday) because his mother told him to (she thinks it’s his “power color”), and, as he put it, “You should always listen to your mom.”

  5. jim louis says:

    David, good story about Tiger’s mom. If true, I respect that. That’s cool.

    Do you know Tiger’s mom’s thoughts on banging porno stars and other loose women while married with 2 little kids?

    • thrillho says:

      What Tiger did might be terrible but it affected 4 people in the world. His wife, him and his kids. I’m far more worried about public figures (and others, obviously) driving while hammered or shooting guns or doing things that have a chance of hurting me or my family. I certianly wouldn’t care if my neighbor cheated on his wife, why would I care if Tiger does? It has exactly zero impact on my life, or yours.

      But you go on riding that moral high horse through the crowd.

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