It was a good day for Arizona fans. The Cardinals won, whomping on the Chicago Bears (although they looked like they wanted to give it away in the fourth quarter) and the Suns won, over the Washington Wizards (and they won going away). My day would have been complete if Tiger hadn't played the front nine like a bumbling idiot, going four over from the sixth through the eighth. He got some back on the back nine, but the sixteenth hole, a short par-4, sort of epitomized how the day was going, for both Tiger and Phil. They both drove it nearly hole-high to the left, into a little greenside swale, Tiger in the short rough with a pot bunker between him and the pin, and Phil just into the long stuff about the same 15 yards from the pin. Phil hit first, a full swing, and the ball went nowhere. I mean, nowhere. He either topped it deeper into the rough or he went right under it. Either way, he had an even tougher shot next, which he sort of chunked onto the green about twenty feet away. Then came Tiger, who hit a high lob . . . halfway to the pin and into the bunker in front of him. Two extremely unlikely shots from the world's number one and two players. They both managed to save par, but the scene was memorable for how awful it was. Phi went on to win the tournament, the WGC in Shanghai, beating Ernie Els by one, and tiger placed out of it in fifth or sixth. Where oh where was the Tiger whom Phil couldn't beat? This one made two in a row for Phil over Tiger.
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