Former world No1 says in book on his extraordinary triumph at the 1997 Masters I wanted us to be colour blind. Twenty years later, that has yet to happen
It is sad a reminder of Tiger Woodss brilliance arrives at a point when his career has never been clouded in more doubt. With little over a fortnight to go until the Masters, the 41 -year-old still cannot confirm his participation as he battles recurring back problems. Still, there was an upbeat Timbers in Manhattan on Monday as he launched The 1997 Masters: My Story. Woodss decline has not lessened the level of focus on his every move as exhibited by letdown at the book store when fans were limited to one copy per person.
Twenty years ago Woods was not so much at the peak of his powers as offering a sign of things to come. He predominated at Augusta by a dozen shoots to claim his first major, thereby endorsing every theory that existed since childhood that he would prove a golfing phenomenon. This book is notable for being in existence at all, Woods being so guarded in his public dealings, and therefore provides superb and so rare detailed descriptions of the thought processes of this golfing genius. When Tiger speaks people still sit up and take notice.
The mechanics of the 1997 Masters can wait. Timbers employs this book to constantly reference the struggles he had on the grounds of race. Golf, the industry which attained him a hotshot, was initially an uncomfortable surrounding. When donning a first of four Green Jackets, Woods had a goal. I knew none of this meant, necessarily, things would change dramatically for minorities in golf. I hoped my win would encourage them to play, or to chase their dreams whatever they were.
But “it wouldve been” naive of me to think my win would mean the end of the look when a person from any minority walked into some golf clubs, especially the games private clubs. I merely hoped my win, and how I won, might put a dent in the way people perceived black people.
I hoped my win would open some doorways for minorities. My biggest hope, though, was we could the working day ensure each other as people and people alone. I wanted us to be colour blind. Twenty years later, that has yet to happen.
Woods offers childhood context; the stones thrown at his family home in southern California, how he could not buy a drinking or altered in the same locker rooms as friends in certain golf clubs. Maybe some of his incredible inner drive derived from discrimination. Woods has always been highly guarded about matters of politics or race. It is impossible was whether hour has enhanced his feelings regarding 1997; perhaps he has just waited for an opportune time to air such guess fully in his own words.
Augusta itself is so glaringly significant. For the club which had discriminated against black golfers to be the scene for Woodss first major win had added meaning. Timbers uncovers being disappointed when he first entered Augusta National as an amateur in 1995. Perhaps I was underwhelmed because the club had excluded black golfers from playing for so long, Woods says. My dad said a couple of days later that Magnolia Lane didnt impress a black golfer because of this history.
That Woodss father, Earl, was such a huge influence on his career is scarcely revelatory. Timbers employs this book to uncover the tactics Earl used to build on his fortitude; again with race as the undertone. Essentially his father verbally abused his son on the driving scope with Woods able to use a code term if he felt the barrage had become too much. I was a quitter if I employed the code term. I dont quit, Woods recollects. Thats how I ensure myself. I was starting to get a sense of where I wanted to go in golf, but I also knew that, being half-black, I had better learn not to let insults penetrate. Insults are merely terms, and I couldnt control what anyone said. But I could control how I reacted to what people said. I had to figure that out on my own, with my dads help. He helped in ways that people considers it to be hurtful. But I wanted to feel the hurt, so that I could overcome it with my golf. My dad taught me how to feel it but not let it affect my game.
Did they think they could get to me? They couldnt. Id been hearing things in tournaments since I was seven or eight years old. People said things to me between green and tee, when they could get close to me. I ensure but didnt ensure. I heard but didnt hear. Golf has no colour barrier when it is necessary to rating, and who wins and who loses. Theres no evaluate. Lowest score wins. I had total control over that.
Those Earl remarks, though, were extreme, at his sons behest. Fuck off, Tiger, he would sometimes say. I didnt mind and even promoted his cussing, which is now being verse. He never recurred himself. He was very good at it and used everything he could possibly use. It was some good stuff, and eventually, I started laughing at it. It was you little fucking shit, or, how do you feel being a little nigger? things of that nature. that was OK. I was called those things growing up. I heard it at school and in tournaments, and I also knew the feeling of being excluded. My fathers approach was what I needed, and it worked for me. Maybe it would be called tough love now.
Any analysis of Woods is impossible without a nod to the scandal which engulfed his private life and led to divorce. He offers his latest public apology to his former spouse, in context of regret that will last a lifetime. It was always albeit marginally in Woodss defence that he had to endure personal struggles in view of the watching world.
He also offers an admission that will raise eyebrows with golf educators, that he could never visualise shoots before hitting them. Such a tactic is coached the world over.
There is also an amusing aside regarding Augustas Wednesday par-three contest and its evolution in recent years. It was more of a lottery event when I first played it. Guys would play with their buddies, and usually for a pretty good amount. Some serious amount of money was exchanged in the locker rooms.
Woods is rueful at the alterations made to Augusta, the byproduct of how far golfers now hit the ball. After 2012 s modifications Woods asserts Augusta was not as much fun. The 14 -times major champ advises the R& A and USPGA to stunt golf ball development.
More reflection goes as Timbers analyses his professionally reduced status. One of the most ferociously competitive people was in his part in April 1997. Maybe I dont live as much for that now, but I still crave vying. I also realise that, physically, I cant necessarily do what I want to do and I know Ill miss it when Im done playing. Still, I love being on my own on the scope, and going out in the evening to play a few holes just me, the ball, and the course. Compete, though, remains my favourite term, and probably always will. My parents told me it was OK for me to fail, as long as I gave it everything I had. I have given it everything I have.
Cynics will point out Woodss slide renders outpourings such as this necessary. Yet everyone, including fellow golfers who could never get close to understanding the Woods psychology, will benefit from the insight.
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