Phil
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I was riveted at The Masters golf tournament this weekend, especially today, as Phil the Thrill Mickelson won in a dramatic final round. Phil smiled, pumped his fists, hugged everyone around, especially his wife Amy who had recently undergone cancer treatment. Phil!!! I feel like I know him, and I did want him to win. Tiger had his moments, but I couldn’t help but feeling that he hadn’t paid all of his karmic debts yet. Phil, on the other hand, had just the right attitude, coupled miss massive skill. He gets in trouble on the golf course, but also is about as good as anyone at recovering from bad shots and bad lies. I noticed that everyone has bad shots, and it’s really how they deal with them that counts. Phil doesn’t panic, just comes back with another good shot. With all this said, it is really a duality of his golf skill and personal charm that provide a fascinating confluence of emotions. The athletic skill level is almost impossible to fully fathom. I remember 6 years ago when I was in Rome the day he won his first Masters. I wasn’t able to watch it on television, but saw the newspaper the next day, with Phil jumping up into the air. It is 6 years and a few major victories later, children, and dealing with cancer of his wife and mother simultaneously. But above all that, is the obvious contrast between wholesome, all American lovable smiling Phil, and the frustrated, petulant Tiger. What a difference from the Masters when Tiger hugged his dad Earl, long before Elin and many mistresses came and went. Today belongs to Phil, and he deserves everything he has tonight.
