Did you watch Justin Rose’s victory Sunday in Scotland and think, for a second, that he soon will be the next player to ascend to world No. 1 for the first time?
Did you watch Colin Montgomerie’s second major championship victory on the senior circuit Sunday in Oklahoma and wonder, even if for a second, that Euro Ryder Cup captain Paul McGinley may need to put Monty on his radar as a possible pick for the matches scheduled for September in Scotsman Montgomerie’s homeland?
Did you notice Phil Mickelson’s closing 65 Sunday at the Scottish Open and nod knowingly as we move deeper into British Open week where all the focus, at the moment, is on Tiger Woods’ back and not whether Mickelson is back?
If you didn’t, you weren’t paying attention.
Or maybe you were riveted elsewhere.
The story, if you were attuned, that you couldn’t take your eyes off yesterday was Mo Martin’s improbable victory at the Ricoh Women’s British. You can read all about the backstory of this 31-year-old former UCLA walk-on’s life in today’s Global Golf Post.
But what you had to see, either on television or in person, was Martin’s hard-won smile that was almost bigger than the victory itself.
Until Sunday the most heartwarming weekend in golf this year was, hands down, Erik Compton’s runner-up finish at the U.S. Open last month.
But then Martin eagled the last hole at Royal Birkdale, waited more than an hour for the chasers to finish and jumped into her caddies arms only when she was sure victory had been secured.
“This,” she said, “is the definition of unbelievable.”
Martin, you see, doesn’t have an entourage. She doesn’t have a team. She doesn’t have a towering Twitter presence. She doesn’t have a golf pedigree.
She isn’t a brand.
Some of that may change now that she is a major champion. But you get the sense that she won’t.
I am confident that I am not wrong about this.