Between Tiger Woods, Ben Roethlisberger, Rick Pitino, Jesse James and scores of other “normal” guys out there, I have a hard time pegging anyone as “good.”
However, you really can’t deny that Phil Mickelson has been there for his wife and mother – both battling breast cancer – over the past year. You can’t deny the facts: that he’s been missing tournaments, taking his wife to treatments and and trying to balance work and family. So I guess I do agree with Rick Reilly when he says that “for this one Sunday in a flower-stuffed pocket of Georgia, the good husband, the good son, the good man actually got rewarded.”
I know I’ve said that I want Tiger Woods to win, and that I want to see the greatest golfer, the greatest athlete, reach his true potential, because I deserve that as a fan. But it is kind of redeeming to see the (seemingly) nice guy finish first. And, however sinister, it would be kind of fun to see Tiger realize that karma truly is a bitch.
So here’s to Phil Mickelson – congrats on another green jacket. Just don’t let us down too.