His mindset and his swing were no different, he said, except that now, following his rehab after the reconstruction of his left knee, he had “two legs stronger than they’ve ever been” and “a stability” he hadn’t enjoyed for years. All mercifully pain-free, too.
“I just didn’t think it would feel this good. To have it this solid and secure, man, it’s a great feeling.”
And it showed up on the course too:
His driving? He barely missed one fairway. The distance? As intimidating as ever. His accuracy? He made a couple of duff approaches but, on wildly sloping greens, still managed to command the ball to stop dead within a few feet of the pin time and again.
His putting? Immaculate. And the old magic? There it was when he splashed out into the hole from a greenside bunker. Even the giant Saguaro cacti shook, such was the cheer when the ball plopped in.
I'm not to that point yet. This week I'm just getting my walk back. But it's nice to see a clear example of what's at the end of this long road of rehab and recovery.
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