Rory McIlroy: What His U.S. Open Romp Means for Tiger Woods

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Rory McIlroy: What His U.S. Open Romp Means for Tiger Woods
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McIlroy posing with a trophy: I think we should we get used to this.

You don't have to watch golf regularly to enjoy what Rory McIlroy did this weekend.

McIlroy went above and beyond his potential by shooting extremely low. Sixteen under par to be exact, a 72-hole record at the U.S. Open. The PGA tour's version of Justin Bieber couldn't have had a more dominating first major victory.

Everyone else was just playing for second. Every player that Bob Costas interviewed could not avoid the round of statements putting McIlroy on a pedestal. And every player had nothing but rave reviews for their bunker buddy.

The Congressional has never seen such a performance in the tournament's 111-year history, that's for sure. What's not certain is how golf will react to a new Grand Poobah. No Tiger, big problem.

That's debatable.

Golf's stock was pit-falling with no one to look up to. That's why McIlroy's timing was impeccable.

He stole the show from Tiger, who didn't even play in the Open. If the victory was more lackluster, there would be talk of how golf has lost its edge post-Tiger.

It might be good for the Legend in the long run. Who knows, if Tiger was healthy enough to play he could have gone off, 2000 Pebble Beach style. Elin or no Elin, Tiger still is Tiger.

But given his current slump, it would have been awful for the Stanford Cardinal to struggle as The Prodigy went off, Jean Girard style.

McIlroy's performance was the anti-thesis of Murphy's Law. He could have repeated his 2010 Open meltdown and still avoided a playoff with Jason Day, who he doubled in score.

I hope this ignites the spark in Tiger. I, for one, cannot imagine the game without him. Sure I'll tune in rarely to see McIlroy or whoever else is pertinent. I'll lose interest, though.

Tiger is the connection to my interest in golf. That connection is as thin as the g-string separating Tiger from coitus.

When I finally play my first 18 holes, I'm going to pretend I'm Tiger. Not Rory the Hotshot. Not even the Golden Bear. If I was alive during his reign, I would have come out of the womb putting for birdie.

All I have are my memories of Tiger on Top 10 plays. You could make an archive of the montages of his shots. He's a legend. That is why I'm nervous for him.

Right now, there is no joy in Tigerville. One can only wonder if we've seen the last of Eldrick Woods. It's not something many want to imagine, despite his ventures into the realm of adultery.

For now, all we can do is enjoy McIlroy's success, and hope Tiger relocates his.

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