In the interest of full disclosure, I’m a Jordan Spieth fan. I only needed to hear one interview of him after the Masters to start rooting for him because he has the three things I like most in professional athletes (and people): emotional maturity, graciousness, and humility. I’m not saying I have those attributes – au contraire! But I really respect them in others.
And his humility seems to be real. An interviewer recently asked him to talk about how he became so humble. He said, if I talk about being humble, that’s not so humble. Now that’s humble!
But even though I was rooting for Jordan to win, I just couldn’t root for Dustin Johnson to lose. I try not to root against anyone – it’s just too negative. And I believe part of sportsmanship means not wishing bad things on others (my two exceptions are Bubba Watson and Patrick Reed – they’re just so arrogant and brash I can’t help myself!)
So while I loved watching Jordan win yesterday, watching Dustin Johnson lose was downright painful. I tried to be ambivalent Dustin’s first putt which was for the win. Then when he left a 4-foot come-backer for the tie, I found myself rooting for him. I just didn’t want him to miss it and lose in such a painful way. And 3-putting from 12’ 6”, on the final hole of the US Open, with possibly winning, then possibly tying, then ultimately losing, is about as tough as sports get. For him, of course, but for us, too.
I have to tell you that I thought of you on sat when they mentioned Jordan looking at the hole while he was putting !!! guess he only did it a couple of times…..no wonder you like him so much:-)
Jason Day was my other fav ( that only happened after he fell to his knees and continued to play!), along with DJ ( his new nickname ? ). Either way, there were lots of good guys to root for!
I can’t tell you the number of people who have said I putt like Jordan Spieth. I’m old enough to be his grandmother… he putts like me!
I agree completely. It was heart breaking to watch.
I agree. You could be his grandmother.Lol!!
And you great grandfather. 🙂
I can’t help feeling that it must be hard having The Great One as your father-in-law. Sometimes the longest distance isn’t tee to green, but ear to ear.