Each week here at the Toy Department, two Baltimore Sun staffers will engage in a segment we like to call The Conversation, where they'll swap e-mails with one another and debate something that is in the news. Today, Kevin Van Valkenburg and Rick Maese discuss whether Tiger Woods will win the Masters (he tees off today at 1:52 p.m.), and why some scribes are ready to hand him the green jacket before he tees off.
Maese,
So, my friend, the Masters begin today, one of our favorite sporting events of the entire year, and I must confess, I'm having a little bit of deja vu. Every Masters, it seems, we're told that it looks like THIS year really could be the year that the planets align and Tiger Woods and Phil Mickelson finally have that legendary duel we've always anticipated but never quite seen materialize. Will it finally happen this time?
A few years ago, I floated the theory that if you like Tiger, you're a Beatles guy, because he represents excellence and arrogance (John), creativity and artistry (Paul), risk-taking and the fierce desire for privacy (George) and he's kind of a goofy-looking guy who married a babe (Ringo). And if you like Mickelson (who, by the way, married UP too), then you're an Elvis guy, because as talented as he is, and as fun as he is to watch, he's also self-destructive and flawed in a way that inspires both loyalty, even when he goes all Heartbreak Hotel on the 72nd hole, but also snarky jokes. Every year we want to see them go up against one another, and every year, one of them is just a little off his game. I so want to see it happen but I suspect I'll be let down yet again by one of them.
Since you're a big Beatles fan, let me throw this to you: Why are so many people already more or less conceding the tournament to Tiger? That kind of hyperbole drives me insane when it comes to him. I know he has four green jackets, and he stole a win from Sean O'Hair at Bay Hill two weeks ago, but he hasn't won at Augusta since 2005, and he's only won one green jacket in the last six chances. Sure, he's a smart pick, a safe pick, but to act like it's a foregone conclusion is absurd. To jump from music analogies to comic books, Tiger isn't Superman, despite what some people would like you to believe. He's more like Batman. He's going to do remarkable things, but he's also going to take his licks sometimes, too. He's not invincible. (Yet Sports Illustrated is writing this week -- as if it's a real possibility -- that he could tie Jack Nicklaus' record if he wins the Grand Slam this year. Puh-leaze.)
The Masters has changed since Tiger used to tear up the course in the early part of this decade. The rough (excuse me, secondary cut) makes a big difference, and if you're not accurrate with the driver, you're going to have a tough time. I actually think Mickelson and Tiger are both going to let us down this year. They'll hang around the top 10, but neither will be in the final group on Sunday. (Tiger will have one round where he shoots 73 and the CBS crew will stumble all over itself making excuses for him.)
I've never been down to Georgia to smell the azaleas or walked the emerald green hills of the National, and since you have, I'm wondering if you could describe the experience a little so I can live vicariously through you. Is it as awe-inspiring as we make it out to be? And do you think the tournament is less fun than it used to be without the back-nine birdie charges? Since I've already written off Tiger and Phil, let me throw this out there: my pre-tournament pick is Geoff Ogilvy, the smooth-putting Australian. Not exactly going out on a limb, since he seems to be the trendy dark-horse outside the obvious duo, but anyone else you think can make a run?
I predict this e-mail exchange will be a tradition unlike any other,
KVV
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