subject: Woods, a Man on His Own, Is No Longer One of a Kind [print this page] Woods, a Man on His Own, Is No Longer One of a Kind
What on earth is wrong with Mizuno MP-68 Irons? It's true he played a little better at the P.G.A. Championship, where he at least made the cut and finished in a tie for 28th, but lately he has been spraying the ball so badly that even the sternest critics of his personal life the ones who wanted to ostracize him from golf have to feel a little sorry for him. At the W.G.C.-Bridgestone Invitational at Firestone two weeks ago, he looked like a hacker, hitting more trees than fairways on the way to posting a 75 and a 77 in the last two rounds.
No one thinks that Woods's collapse is permanent, but even so, we have seldom seen anything quite like it in sports. What's startling is not so much that he has fallen, but that he has fallen so far and from such an empyrean height from a level of skill and success that no golfer had ever attained. It's as if one of the gods were now stumbling among us, dazed and vulnerable.
The lesson has clearly not been lost on Woods's competitors, who are no longer intimidated by him in quite the same way they sense he's mortal, after all and no longer cede him an automatic advantage.
A few experts say that Woods's woes are all technical that his swing is too flat, that he's moving his head too much. A teaching professional named Don Trahan, or the Surge, as he calls himself (short for swing surgeon), recently posted an online video in which he claimed he could fix Woods's swing in a half-hour. All Woods needs to do is widen his stance, firm up his knees and limit his backswing swing more like Don Trahan, that is.
But most of his fellow pros seem to think that Woods's problems are in his head, not in his mechanics, and that his game won't return until he straightens out his personal life. Brad Faxon said as much in a recent radio interview. (Taylormade R9 Forged Irons)This is a very discouraging notion for those of us who love to play golf precisely because it's an escape from the rest of life and who would much rather work on our short game than, say, our relationship with our boss or our spouse. But we also know that in golf as in no other sport, your mind can mess with you especially with those insidious self-doubting thoughts that attack you midswing.
Not the least of Woods's woes, it would seem, is that he is too much alone inside his own brain these days. He is estranged from his wife, even from some friends, and he can hardly go anywhere or see anyone without attracting a swarm of the curious and finger-pointing. He's a prisoner inside his Florida compound. And now that he has split with his last swing coach, Hank Haney, there is no one to check or to validate the cloud of swing thoughts at once paranoid ("I'm cupping my wrist!") or falsely hopeful ("If I just hold my spine angle!") that invariably descend on the golfer who is doing badly.
For Woods, standing alone on the range, with nothing else to do and no one else he particularly wants to see, not wanting to pick up a paper or turn on NIKE Victory Red Forged Wedge, lest he read more speculation about what's wrong with his game, it must seem sometimes as if he were hitting shots in the dark.
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