No matter what Tiger Woods does at the U.S. Open this week, oh yeah, we saw it coming.
We said he was ba-ack after he won at Bay Hill early in the year. So when he retched at The Masters, yeah, saw that coming. Obviously, the swing changes aren’t working … he’s injured … he’s a choker … he’s done.
So when he pulled off the audacious flop shot to win The Memorial, yeah, we saw that coming … he’s ba-ack, obviously.
When Woods himself was asked if he was ba-ack, he said he’d let “you guys” figure it out. He pretty much meant sportswriters, but he might as well have said “all y’all,” meaning all of us who make pronouncements like yeah, we saw that coming, and are thereby always right, and thus never wrong.
Who, really, could have foreseen Sir Jason of Dufner, who slipped in the side door at the party of golf’s royalty and looks like he plans to hang out, at least until the keg blows. Who will be surprised if he wins the U.S. Open? Oh hell yeah, we saw that coming …
Dustin Johnson looks more the blueblood, and who didn’t see him coming after his near-misses at the 2010 majors? Then came a tepid 2011, and an injury-spotted early 2012, and now he gets well just in time for the Open, just in time to get in the conversation … with the Donalds, the McIlroys, the Mahans of the world … or Mickelson, or Woods … any of them could win, and many others, and even if the winner goes unnamed here, we reserve the right to say we saw it coming anyway.
As for me, I like me some Dufner … When he doesn’t win, it’s because he’s not super-long, he’s never closed the door at a major, he’s too laid-back, his name’s Dufner … yeah, I saw it coming.
Whoever wins, whatever happens, well, yeah, anybody could have seen that coming.