Phil Mickelson playing the golf of his life, while Tiger Woods still searching

He used to be able to do that: grab a lead and hold on tight. I loved to watch Woods play golf. He was long off the tee, creative near the green and deadly with the putter. Mickelson often seemed unsure of himself and his game, and his putter used to betray him.

Why the comparison? Much of the golf world long ago divided itself into Woods fans and Mickelson fans, for whatever reason. That the two golfers plain don’t like each other fueled the debate.

I was a Tiger gal and remained one even when I found out about all those actual Tiger gals. I was a fan of his golf, not of his personality or his marriage or any of the extraneous stuff that surrounds any athlete. He gave fans some memorable moments: from his first major title when he destroyed Augusta, the azalea-festooned former bastion of the

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