How sweet it is to see a fellow left-handed golfer donning the green jacket. Especially when it was not just a lefty, but "The Lefty", going 16 under to win the Masters. As Rick Reilly reminds us, "Mickelson... is the guy who stayed true to his wife. He's the guy who's been missing tournaments the last 11 months while he flies her back and forth to a breast cancer specialist in Houston. He's the guy who didn't need reminding that women are not disposable" (Read Reilly's story here). Thank you Phil, for reminding us that its not just the philanderers and cheaters who finish on top of the leader boards. And thank you, for understanding my struggle to find a decent set of clubs (just because the rest of the world uses the wrong hand). I'm just saying...
Mickelson not only took home the win, but left Lee Westwood behind by 3 strokes, and went 16 under par to match the best score at the Masters since Woods in 2001. Plus, the dude made some incredible shots. Without, might I add, the prominent man boobs. Dude's been working out. My favorite shot was his 207 yard 6-iron off the pine needles, between two trees. Oh yea, and he knocked it down within 4 feet of the flag. Are you kidding me? Put me in that situation, and I'll be happy if I shank it into the second cut. At his press conference, when asked if he could talk about that shot on the 13th hole, Mickelson replied, "It was, uh, 6-iron, 207 to the hole, I knocked it four feet". Not a big deal or anything, right Phil? Check out the shot:
Congrats to you Phil, for coming back after a year of nothing better than 8th place finishes, and making a statement that morality is not absent from the world of sports. Plus, you kept the universe in order by keeping a cursing Tiger from putting on the green jacket. Remember that promise Tiger made? The one about keeping his outbursts under control? Yea, not so much:
The microphones on a golf course are designed to pick up the most minute of sounds. You really didn't think the mic would pick up, "Tiger Woods, you suck! God damnit!" Well, it did. And now everyone knows you're full of shit.
Adios,
Breeneback
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