My 2025 reading year has started out slow. When I look back at last year’s tendencies, I noticed that January and February were slow last year as well and undoubtedly in every year of my life. After the Super Bowl there are a good seven weeks until baseball’s opening day and those weeks for me as a sports connoisseur are miserable. Even in January there are no football games on Mondays or Thursdays and the sports I do enjoy watching are limited to weekends. All this contributes to me not being in a positive mindset to read. I use this time of year to catch up on movies but gravitate to old sports highlights. Thankfully, there is also unlimited reading material about sports of all kinds. Kevin Cook is a Goodreads friend of mine, and I have enjoyed all the sports books of his that I have read. A shameless plug, he has also written micro histories on other events that are just as compelling, but I discovered Kevin Cook through his baseball writing. This time around, the subject is golf, or, to be more specific, Eldrick Tont Woods, more commonly known as Tiger. Tiger Woods won his first major tournament during my senior year of high school. With the Bulls nearing the end of their run, I knew I would have to find other star athletes to follow moving forward. On the first weekend of April 1997, the world got to know the next Michael Jordan, only he happened to wear long pants. Although my golfing ability had been limited to putt putt courses, I was hooked, and Tiger Slam became a must read for me. I had wanted to finish up my 2024 reading with Tiger Slam, but my library has moved slow recently. No worries, I would combat my annual slow reading start by reading about one of the premiere athletes of a generation, helping get me in a positive reading mindset.
What I have enjoyed about Cook’s previous books I have read is that he provides background information about the era in which the games are being played. Whether it was 1940s era baseball or 1970s era football, readers learned about the athletes and teams through a historical lens. Golf is a new ballgame for me because it is not a team sport unless you count Ryder Cup and all its intricate scoring. When Tiger Woods emerged as a premiere golfer and heir to Air Jordan as the best athlete on the planet, or at least the best finisher, I had to learn all about the intricacies of golf. It is not a sport I usually gravitate toward. I often viewed a Sunday final round of a tournament as a wonderful way to take a nap. That all changed with Tiger, and I had to up my fandom game by studying golf rules and history. By the time Tiger charged toward his slam, I thought I knew enough about the sport to know what he was up against. The one number that he cited was 18: the number of major tournaments won by Jack Nicklaus. In his early twenties, Tiger looked like he could eclipse that number by his mid thirties and we were just along for the ride. It is why announcers dubbed him Michael Jordan in long pants. In 2000 Tiger Woods embarked to win golf’s grand slam, winning all four major tournaments. It had only been done once before and pundits thought he was more than up for the challenge.
Golf has long been known as a gentleman’s sport played by the upperclasses first in Great Britain, then in the United States. Country clubs emerged in the 1890s once golf crossed the Atlantic and found an American home among the who’s who of society looking for a more compelling leisurely game to play than croquette or shuffleboard. Early American golfers included the Carnegies, Morgans, and Rockefellers of the world. Theodore Roosevelt did not view the game as manly enough, but 17 of the 20 presidents since have been avid golfers. It need not be said but country clubs were lily white, and many still are. If one was not a WASP male, one need not apply, and golf became an upper class game. Women played but they were usually upper class whites as well. The first cathedral of golf in the United States was built to honor the Old Course at St Andrew’s in Scotland. Augusta National in Georgia to this day is a white male only club. Blacks caddied and worked as janitors or in other menial jobs. The caddies were forced to wear overalls so they stood out on the course even though they were the only people of color on sight. Augusta National adheres to this caddie uniform to this day, and it is into this environment of thinking that Tiger Woods emerged as the best golfer of our times.
Prior to Woods few people of color competed on the PGA tour. The first Charlie Sifford did not compete much in the waning days of Jim Crow. The second Lee Elder played in his first tournament the year Tiger was born. Growing up in Southern California, Tiger got “the look” when he played on public links courses. The look followed him the rest of his career even after he achieved greatness. He has noted in rare interviews that he got accused of “acting white” if he tried too hard in school. He always had that chip on his shoulder. The great ones do and it propels them to achieve the heights that they did in sports or elsewhere in life. In 2000-01 no one could come close to Tiger Woods on the golf course. He had a superior ball and other superior equipment to the rest of the field due to his deal with Nike. Without a better ball or clubs, he possessed a superior physique and outdrove everyone. The first leg of the Tiger Slam took place at Pebble Beach, and he lapped the field. Ditto the British Open at St Andrew’s. His only “competition” came at the PGA Championship in Valhalla and there the viewing public saw Tiger’s fourth quarter mentality that we had come to admire from Jordan. All that was left was the 2001 Masters, which became must see tv, Tiger vs David Duval and Phil Mickelson, his two greatest challengers. Of course, Tiger prevailed or there would not have been a Tiger Slam, but it still made for compelling reading a quarter century later. And he kept winning for quite some time.
Kevin Cook always writes a quality micro history. I appreciated the golf history about the early days of golf in Scotland and how the game made its way across the Atlantic. Cook only delved into Tiger’s personal issues at the end of the book, only to cite how they’ve derailed a career trajectory that would have otherwise landed him with more majors won than Nicklaus. In life nothing is guaranteed and Tiger is a walking example of that. Had he continued on his early career path, he could have won 25 or more majors, but it was not to be. I have my own Tiger Woods story. His daughter Sam is a few weeks older than my oldest daughter. We lived in Orlando at the time and there is only one premiere maternal hospital, named for Arnold Palmer’s wife Winnie. My concern was the security at the hospital if/when Tiger wanted to make an appearance, but, thankfully for me, Sam’s birthday is a good three weeks before my daughter’s. Problem averted. We actually lived near Palmer’s Bay Hill Course and one time my husband claimed he saw Tiger zooming around in his white Porsche. I wish I could have sighted him myself in the days prior to his downfall when he still rated as one of the best athletes on the planet. Thanks to Tigermania the world has more golf fans and hackers although I will stick to putt putt. Kevin Cook brought back all the memories of those times. It was a fun read about an extraordinary achievement. I eagerly await his next book.
4 stars