
And what better place, or person, to start with than
my old friend Greg Norman, who I've met exactly twice — once at the PGA Merchandise Show four or five years ago as he helped shill MacGregor golf clubs (not one of his more astute business partnerships), and once during the Senior Skins competition at Royal Ka'anapali on Maui, where he was grabbing some early-morning Joe for then-bride Chris Evert (not one of his more astute matrimonial partnerships).
So, here's the deal: There's been a bit of a dustup regarding the Shark's comments that, from where he sits as captain of the President's Cup International squad, American counterpart Fred Couples had no business giving Tiger Woods a spot on his team, pointing to PGA Champ Keegan Bradley as more deserving of a captain's pick (FedEx Cup winner Bill Haas, son of co-captain Jay, got the other slot).
Some pundits say Tiger is still pure ratings gold, therefore deserving by default; others go with Greg, saying there are actually several current American players whom Couples should have given more than a cursory glance when nailing down his final lineup. I see both sides, and I waffle on this by the minute. Two years ago at Harding Park I watched Tiger and Prez Cup pal Steve Stricker (who, ironically, might miss this year's edition at Royal Melbourne thanks to a nagging neck issue, which would make way for Bradley) tear up every International team they faced, while Tiger himself put on a clinic. Of course, that was before the Kryptonite Krash heard 'round the world, and Tiger hasn't been the same since. Not even close. Two-year-win-drought-not-even-close. And no, his sizzling front nine at this year's Masters doesn't make up for his otherwise dismal competitive showing overall; for his lousy sense of decorum in the caddy handling and media massaging departments; and the complete obliteration of any edge, psychological or otherwise, that he maintained over his fellow Tour players since 1996.
But he could catch fire down Melbourne way (excuse the metaphor, I realize that that part of the world has seen enough wildfire to hold it for a century or two), and suddenly Couples would appear a brilliant strategist. This is Tiger Woods, for God's sake, not Mike Donald (who?) or even Luke Donald, the world's current No. 1 player. Fourteen major wins is a major statement, even for a 35-year-old prodigy with baggage. Especially for him. That guy is still in there somewhere.
Or is he? Norman — whose anti-Obama comments a couple weeks back, while not unexpected from a multigazillionaire or pretty much any PGA Tour player on the planet, got him on my bad side — might have it right this time. Tiger is wobbly at best, with a balky putter and a swing that, according to Norman, doesn't look free and loose, like Tiger Circa 2000's did. He's pressing, he's searching, sometimes he looks downright confused, on the same level as any of us weekend hackers. And he's President's Cup material? Hmm. Maybe not.
Now let's take a look at Captain Couples, who blew out the field at last week's AT&T Championship by seven shots, and plays with the same super-cool, let-it-fly bravado that endeared him to us more than two decades ago. He can still bring it, which begs the question: Why can't he bring it as a player-captain? Because unlike the Ryder Cup, the President's Cup rules won't allow such double duty. I haven't taken the time to research just why the PGA Tour and international body movers and shakers decided to assume that stance, but it doesn't fit. One of golf's enduring charms is that a guy in his 50s with a dodgy lower back can still pound it 350 yards, make the occasional putt (even if it is with an abominable belly or long wand), and rack up scads of cash, right alongside dudes in their 20s and 30s. And Fred is that guy. Yeah, I know the Champions Tour is a much different, more user-friendly animal than the Big Show. But it ain't exactly hit-and-giggle, either. Those ol' boys can play. So why can't Couples strap it on right alongside his charges, and maybe show them a thing or two?
And why can't Tiger take notes from the sidelines, then earn his way on the next time?






