I have just come from a half-hour spent watching Tiger Woods and Aaron Baddeley in their final preparations to go out as the final pairing in the final round of the U.S. Open.
Tiger had his game face on like I rarely see. On the practice putting green near the first tee, Tiger and Aaron were maybe 20 feet from each other but they never spoke, never acknowleged each other. They putted in silence, each in his own little world.
If Badds wasn't already intimidated enough, Tiger is wearing a bright red, skin-tight Lycra shirt that makes him look like some kind of bulked-up video game superhero. Badds, by contrast, looks quite human.
To make matters worse, on the first hole, Tiger pulled out his driver and smoked a tee shot dead center. Badds pulled his 3-wood and made a short, quick swing, hanging the ball out to the right.
I'm telling you, this is over before it starts.