Singh his praise after watching The Mercedes Championships and The Sony Open
On the 22nd of February, Vijay Singh turns 43 years old. Given his age, one might think that Vijay is ready to start falling from contention with the elite golfers of the world. The irony is that Vijay has been getting better, it seems, with age.
At forty-one he finished first on the money list, ahead of Tiger, and last year finished second with over $8,000,000 in earnings. At this time, he seems not only viable competition for Tiger Woods, but possibly the better of the two. A Fiji native, this man seems poised to continue this hot play late into his fifties.
Opening this season with a second place at the Mercedes Championships and a sixth place at the Sony Open, he showed that this year will be no different from the last two years. He will compete! It is only a matter of time that he passes Sam Snead for career wins after the age of 40.
How does he do it? Breaking his swing down is a great way to find his secrets. The secret is flexibility and smoothness of motion. There is no identifiable hitch in his swing, and the effortless motion in both his backswing and follow through show how incredibly flexible he is.
Check out Vijay’s smoothness of swing: He is making it look easy, and as long as “the ageless one” keeps healthy, there is no reason to believe he will not be #1 at the end of the year.
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Why not? How can you say that it is rediculous? There is no reason to say otherwise. He was better two years ago. Woods had the edge last year, but Vijay has jumped out pretty quickly this year. I think you have to base every season on its own merit.
I believe two wins will give Singh the honor in the over 40 club, but don't quote me on it. It might be three.
For the last year and a half, Singh hasn't even come close to Woods' results.
>> For the last year and a half, Singh hasn't even come close to Woods' results.
Under Par, you've just contradicted yourself.
Besides, Woods has 10 majors and Singh has 3. Where is the comparison? Tiger is the better player.
I've got an idea! Let's compare the respective skills of two players on their last year and a half of competition! (Ignoring the fact that Singh has just had the best two or so years of his career, and Woods has just had the worst two years, albeit brilliant by everyone else's standards.)
Your point was just a little.. pointless. Singh did a little better than Tiger for a while (not last year, I might add), but, erm.. so fuck?
Being number two last year and number 1 the year before doesn't count much for you guys. I agree that Tiger is the most talented, but I think that Singh is giving him a run for his money right now. My prediction: Singh gets player of the year and tops the money list.
You are confusing me with David. I am David Meyers the person that wrote this piece. The other David is someone else, a visitor. Hope that clears it up for ya. Too many Davids in this world I guess. I do not know what contradiction he is refering to.
You correctly stated:
>> Listen, I'm a Singh fan and would love to see him put a hurtin' on Woods little hiney, but saying that he may be better than Woods is more than a bit ridiculous. I certainly hope he will be this year, but I'm not going to hold my breath waiting.
>> For the last year and a half, Singh hasn't even come close to Woods' results.
It was as if you were going out of your way to contradict what I said, which was:
>> Nobody is as good or better than Tiger. In my opinion, Tiger is the best golfer that has ever lived.
Maybe you didn't contradict yourself, but it didn't seem to tie into the debate very well.
'.. saying that he [Singh] may be better than Woods is more than a bit ridiculous..'
Then I agreed. You then followed with:
'For the last year and a half, Singh hasn't even come close to Woods' results.'
Perhaps you weren't disputing that Woods is the best, only that Singh has been better in recent times, but then that's neither here nor there in terms of this discussion.
Regarding the Woods / Singh playing second fiddle to each other generates another point... they both produce some sweet music don't they. I guess it depends what style you prefer at that level of playing ability.
Then today, there's Vijay at 43 years of age giving Tiger competiton more often than anybody else ever has.
I hope that clears things up.
Maybe we should concede at this point that GENDER is a //much// bigger factor to a golfer's performance than AGE.
Vijay Singh, Jay Haas (and also Ben Hogan, Sam Snead and Jack Nicklaus in their respective eras) and other such players that are getting on a bit seem to be performing better now than they ever did in their 20s or 30s (at 25, Vijay was just a struggling journeyman pro, with a record of cheating - look at him now), probably because of the more extensive experience they have today.
So, a 45-50 year old could take on a young superstar golf pro, but the world's best woman couldn't take on a Nationwide Tour player.
Thanks for your comment. I agree with you that swings go in and out of favor with coaches. I like the smoothness of his swing. It is easily emulated by handicapers out there everywhere. Love and Couples both have great swings, but they haven't done as much with it lately.
He left the hotel alone, got in his Pontiac rental, and made his way to the local Chili's. His back ached, stuffing his long body in the crappy rental car. He turned on the radio, flipping from talk to country (which made him shake his head and laugh with a hint of disgust), and finally he settled on a station playing Nat King Cole songs for the hour. He could hear the crackle in the dusty old recordings.
Two double-bogeys, Vijay thought, I can't believe it. He drove into the night, and in front of him he could still see those hilly fairways, and complicated greens. The ridges and shelves and slopes and the ball breaking on an ever so perfect line, but not having enough speed.
After not a very long drive, he pulled into the Chili's parking lot. And as the bright neon glow of the exterior of the restaurant lit him up inside his rental car, he looked into the rear-view mirror to check his hair, and realized that he was still wearing his visor.
He took it off, and tried to shag out his hair. He went into Chili's and an overly friendly blonde hostess offered to seat him right away.
Just follow me, she said.
Vijay was in a daze walking through the restaurant, not seeing what was going on around him, just thinking about putting food in his stomach and a cold drink to his lips, when he heard the sound of his name.
He knew the voice, and it irritated him instantly, and made him bristle. Please tell me it's not him, he thought.
But it was. Sitting in a large corner booth, with a big, goofy, toothy grin on his face, surrounding by a couple of other players, and a few women hed never seen before, was Phil Mickelson.
Vijay simply waved, and was going to continue on to his own table, but the hostess said, "You want me to seat you with your friends?"
"No, that's okay," Vijay started to say, but before he could even get it all out of his mouth, Phil was waving him over.
"Come on, Vij, weve got a spot for you, big guy."
Freakin' Phil Mickelson, Vijay thought. Phil waved again, and Vijay lowered his head and resigned himself to follow the hostess over to the corner booth.
"Boy, that was a tough round today, huh?" Phil said, sounding like a little boy who'd never played professional men's golf before.
Vijay just nodded. Phil went on to introduce everyone. Tammy, and Pam, and Amber, and Vijay was half expecting one of them to be named Bambi, but the other one was Susie, and Ernie Els was there too, grinning like a retarded man. Freddie Couples was slouched off to the side, looking relaxed enough to be drugged, and Retief Goosen rounded out the pro foursome, expressionless.
Vijay ordered his chicken fajitas, but the simple joy he had expected to take in ordering and devouring them had faded, and it took a very long time for them to come out of the kitchen. The conversation at the table grinded in his head like metal gears that needed to be greased.
I'd love to see a before and after of the look on your face now compared to what it will look like when you're fucking up the back nine on Sunday, Phil, Vijay thought. But he also knew that Phil was good, very good, and he could win. And so could everyone else at the table, and for that he had to respect them.
He was contemplating an exit strategy when a booming, impossibly confident voice suddenly drew the chatter to a close.
"Hey, I thought I saw some faggots over in the corner," Tiger said, leaning on Ernies shoulders, and then squeezing and massaging them. Everyone laughed, but they laughed the way people laugh when they have to in front of a boss or a bully.
Tiger grinned largely, and you could tell he wasnt going to stay. He had his own close-knit crew to hang with. But before he left, he scanned the table. Like a hawk, deciding if he should swoop down and eat something. Then he saw Vijay, and stopped smiling.
"Vijay, I didnt expect to see you sitting here," Tiger said, and smiled again, grabbing a French fry and stuffing it into his mouth.
Vijay smiled back, and nodded a few times, almost chuckling to himself.
"I didnt either."
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