I watched Tom Watson make his penultimate putt on the 72nd hole of the British Open. If it goes in he wins and it is the Ultimate putt. Oh, the heartache.
I had been watching Tom play the previous day and as he sat there at the top of the leaderboard, the TV cameras captured his image and it was an image of joie de vivre. As some of the commentators remarked, he had spirit. And I saw it today, as well. Here was a man playing the game of his life and loving it. He knew he could win and he would win. But that penultimate putt veered away from the hole and ultimate putt put him into a playoff. You could see that the spirit had left him at that point and that he had conceded the playoff; he was just going through the motions. And when the cameras focused on his face duringm the playoff you could see that the spirit had been replaced by a dull heartache. It was such a vivid heartache I felt it myself.
Thanks, Tom, for a great tournament and I hope you make the ultimate putt next year at St Andrews.