Sometimes I almost feel sorry for Phil Mickelson.
Yeah, I know that sounds silly. The guy's won multiple majors, racked up more tournament wins than maybe 10 players in history, got money coming out the wahzoo, and will go down as one of the greatest players ever. And yet he could have had more.
This week has been no different.
Thursday he almost shot a 59. Instead he made a good putt and got a ridiculously unfortunate lip-out. He didn't do anything wrong, he just got a bad break.
Then Friday he almost set the record for the lowest 36-hole score ever in a PGA Tour event. Instead he hit his tee shot in the water on the 18th and made a double bogey. I can't say I fault his logic -- he thought his driver would end up in a fairway trap so he hit a 3-wood instead. He thought the 3-wood would be enough.
But it wasn't.
It's not like he's having a bad week. This is only the 3rd time he's shot 60 in his career, and he still shot 60-65 to tie the WM Phoenix Open 36-hole record. And he still ended up with a 4-shot lead going into the weekend. Most of us would pay good money for those 36 holes.
And yet if Stan Lee had created Phil instead of Spiderman, his catchphrase probably would have been "with great power comes the potential for great disappointment." Phil does amazing stuff and yet we so often feel that he's fallen short. I don't know what it's like to be so good at something that, even when you blow everybody else out of the water, the news is how you fell just short of something. I'm not sure I'd want to live my life that way, anyhow... but that's life for Phil Mickelson.
And that's why I almost feel sorry for him. I can't wait to see what he almost does next... but I find myself hoping that, after such a great start, he doesn't almost win the tournament.
The photo came from this sfgate.com article.