
For 71-and-a-half holes, 59-year-old
Tom Watson was Turnberry's best golfer. A two-putt bogey and four forgettable playoff holes later, Watson was a 59-year-old British Open runner-up.
Stewart Cink, 23 years Watson's junior, had played flawlessly down the stretch and finally captured his first major.
In the aftermath of what almost was, Watson has been hailed as a hero, his performance a reminder that age, if just for a week, can be a state of mind. God forbid we leave it at that. The fact that someone who has been on this earth for almost six decades came within one shot of winning one of the toughest tests in golf can only mean one thing: it's not a sport.
At least that's the tired, cliche-riddled arguments you'll get from certain media folk
every time an old-timer has a good showing. Because, you know, it happens almost weekly.*