If we're going to be deprived of the visceral thrill of a Phil Mickelson U.S. Open triumph; if we're going to be baffled silly by the ongoing major championship disappearance of former majordomo Tiger Woods; if we're going to watch Merion bludgeon the world's best players into a bloody, pulpy mess, then we will happily, enthusiastically embrace the only storyline remaining:
A classy, touching and fully fitting win for Justin Rose, a first-time major champ about whom people wonder which is better – his golf swing, or the way he handles life and those he encounters.
Throw in similar sentiments for Adam Scott's Masters win earlier this year, and we have a theme for our 2013 Majors: Likable, Gentlemanly, Deserving Players Only Need Apply.
It's easy to get maudlin about Rose's story, but an appropriate amount of sentiment isn't the wrong thing to feel. Many of us have lost parents too soon, or have parents fading into the sunset. So, to see Rose – who lost his father, coach and caddie, Ken, atRead More »from Lateral Hazard: Justin Rose worthy of his starring role in the Phil-adelphia Story