Next week's Masters will be one of the most intriguing ever, thanks to a
supersized course, unprecedented front-nine TV coverage, a local boy who could
make good in Charles Howell and, oh yeah, Tiger Woods defending his title.
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Senior: Liberty Mutual Legends of Golf
European: Algarve Open de Portugal
INSTANT POLL
Remember Vijay Singh? That international man of mystery who has won more major
championships than Phil Mickelson, David Duval, Sergio García and Charles
Howell combined? Singh resurfaced last week at the Houston Open after two years
of anonymous effectiveness. Since his last victory in the U.S., at the 2000
Masters, Singh had amassed 22 top 10s on the PGA Tour yet somehow failed to win.
He corrected that oversight in style on the TPC at The Woodlands, blowing away a
strong field with a tournament-record 22 under par. Singh's 10th Tour victory
(to go with 21 international titles) threw into sharp relief what a powerhouse
he can be when his cranky putter cooperates. "When he's on his game, he'll
lap anyone in the field, just like Tiger," says Adam Scott, who tied for
sixth.
It was nice to be reminded of Singh's virtuosity on the course. A bigger
revelation was his manner away from it. One of the best-kept secrets in golf has
always been that Singh is a cutup with a biting wit, but after two years out of
the spotlight, he suddenly seems comfortable letting the public in on the joke.
Following a 66 last Saturday, Singh ventured into enemy territory, the press
room, armed with only a crooked
grin.
Question: Vijay, you say you left a few out there. Where did you leave
them?
Answer: The holes that I didn't birdie.
(Bah-da-boom!)
On Sunday, following a 68 that closed out his six-stroke victory over Darren
Clarke, Singh got a little misty. "My wife is always my inspiration,"
he said. "She always supports me. [Pause.] Thank God I don't have to
face her again after I haven't
won."
Said Singh's caddie, Paul Tesori, "He's a pretty jovial fellow with his
family and close friends." How were they going to celebrate the victory?
"I'm sure when we get back on the [private] plane, we'll have a couple of
drinks and deal a few hands of gin," said
Tesori.
Singh is a fearless gambler who played his way out of Fiji by winning big-money
games with fat cats from a local oil refinery. He hasn't lost his taste for
action. On Sunday, at the par-5 13th hole, a muscular drive left him 232 yards,
into the wind, to an island green. Singh stepped up and stuck a five-wood to
five feet. (He missed the putt, but still.) "That shot was the same as the
one he hit at number 15 when he won the Masters," said José
María Olazábal, Singh's Sunday playing partner in Houston.
"He took the risk, even though he didn't need to, and pulled it
off."
Said a sardonic Singh, "I could've laid up and chunked it in the water, and
you guys [reporters] would have had a
ball."
In truth, it was the kind of brassy play that will serve him well at Augusta
National, where Singh made a reconnaissance mission a few weeks ago. (He
reportedly shot a 63.) "I like the changes to the course," he says.
"If I drive the ball long and straight, I'm going to have a good chance at
winning that
tournament."
Long and straight works well pretty much anywhere, but let's not quibble. This
renewed Singh is a fun character, and we don't want to scare him
off.
O.B.
Colin Montgomerie 's mostly sunny disposition during his return to Houston, his
old college stomping grounds, was due to a very familiar face on hand, but it
wasn't the mug of a former Houston Baptist teammate. Montgomerie
imported from England his longtime sports psychologist, Hugh Mantle , for a rare
U.S. appearance, and they got together for skull sessions every night in
Montgomerie's hotel room. On Sunday morning the therapy moved to the parking lot
of the TPC at The Woodlands, where Montgomerie and Mantle spent 40 minutes
chatting in a courtesy car before Monty's 71, which left him mired in 56th
place.
The Pinnacle Distance Challenge roared
into Houston last Saturday night, attracting hundreds of sluggers dreaming of
the $10,000 prize that comes with outdriving a member of Pinnacle's distance
team. (Team member John Daly was a no-show after missing the cut at the Houston
Open.) After surviving a series of qualifying rounds, Jeremy West , a
22-year-old grocery store bookkeeper from Abilene, Texas, added the $10,000 to
his ledger with a 283-yard bunt. Pinnacle's Mike Moulton was the goat, failing
to keep any of his four drives inbounds in his matchup with West.
From April 4 to 14, the Tiger Woods Foundation
will auction on eBay a round of golf with its eponymous founder. The minimum bid
will be $100,000 and will increase in $25,000 increments. All proceeds will go
to the foundation; the expectation is that bidding will reach seven figures.
"There are Saudi princes with a billion dollars who are big golf
fans," says Earl Woods , the foundation's president. The round will be
played on an unspecified date at Isleworth Country Club, in Windermere, Fla. The
winning bidder will be allowed to bring along a three-person rooting section.
Annika Sorenstam and family
notwithstanding, the happiest people at the Kraft Nabisco Championship were the
caddies, who were welcomed back to the player hospitality tent after an
eight-year ban, enacted when a couple of loopers availed themselves of too much
free alcohol. The tent also features famously fantastic milkshakes and elaborate
food. To guarantee that the coveted privilege would not be revoked again, Jerry
Woodard , Beth Daniel 's bagman and a member of the LPGA's caddie committee,
posted a note in the caddie yard that read, "Anyone screw up and you will
be banned from the tour for
life."