Are You Kidding Me?: The Story of Rocco Mediate's Extraordinary Battle With Tiger Woods at the US Open (3 page)

But surprises happen. Jack Fleck, a club pro, beat Hogan in a playoff at the Olympic Club in 1955. Andy North, who had won
only one other tournament in his entire career, won the Open twice — in 1978 and again in 1985. Steve Jones came through qualifying
to win in 1996, and Michael Campbell did the same thing before beating Woods by a stroke at Pinehurst in 2005.

But no Open precedent could have prepared fans for Rocco Anthony Mediate. He had also been forced to qualify, playing 36 grueling
holes in Columbus, Ohio, ten days before the Open was to begin. He had birdied his second-to-last hole of the day to get into
an eleven-man playoff for the final seven spots. Then he birdied the first playoff hole to make the field.

But that was only part of the story. He was forty-five and had thought his career over because of back miseries on more occasions
than he cared to think about. He had undergone major back surgery once and been forced to leave the tour for extended periods
several times.

As recently as July of 2007, he had gotten out of his car on a Sunday afternoon at Los Angeles Country Club, planning to play
a round of golf with friends, taken one step in the direction of his trunk, and fallen flat on his face, his back completely
seizing up. In a scene out of a movie, he had managed to reach into his pocket for his cell phone and, remembering that using
cell phones was against the rules in the parking lot, sent a text message to his friends inside the clubhouse.

“In parking lot face down. Help.”

He was a long way from that parking lot now, two weeks after qualifying, and he wondered when he would wake up, thinking how
nice it would have been to find out if Woods made the putt. It would have been fun — even for an instant — to be the U.S.
Open champion, even if it was just another dream.

Only he didn’t wake up. He was still sitting there, watching the TV monitor while the TV camera watched him, as Woods finally
got over the putt. How long had it been since he had finished his own round? Twenty minutes? An hour? Ten hours? At the very
least it felt like an eternity.

Woods stood over the putt for so long that Rocco began to wonder if he was hoping someone would give it to him, like in match
play. “That one’s good, Tiger; pick it up.”

Finally, the putter came back and moved forward in a silky-smooth motion. The ball wobbled toward the hole, bouncing along
just as Rocco had known it would. For one millisecond, it looked as if it was going to be just wide to the right side of the
hole. But it kept swerving, just a tiny bit, and at the last possible instant, it caught the right corner of the hole, spun
around the side of the rim — and dropped in.

Rocco saw Woods go into one of his victory dances — both fists shaking, back arched, screaming to the sky joyously. His caddie,
Steve Williams, was screaming too and hugging his boss as if he had just won the Open.

This wasn’t Tiger’s dream, though; it was Rocco’s. The putt, amazing as it had been, hadn’t won the Open. It had tied him
with Rocco Mediate, son of Tony and Donna, the kid who described his handicap as a high school senior as being “about a thousand.”

And so Rocco Anthony Mediate sat there watching Woods and Williams exult, thinking on the one hand that he had been one inch
from winning the U.S. Open. On the other hand, he was now going to go head-to-head with the greatest player in history for
18 holes in a playoff for the U.S. Open title the next day.

“No disrespect to Jack Nicklaus,” Rocco said. “He was great, but this guy [Woods] is from another planet. He makes shots under
pressure that no one else has ever made. If he hits fair-ways, he wins by 15. If he doesn’t hit fairways and puts the ball
in impossible places, he still wins. He’s the absolute best ever, without any doubt at all.

“But I wasn’t afraid to play him head-to-head. I wanted to show him what I could do. I wanted to show
me
what I could do. I wanted to show the world what I could do. When the putt went in, I wasn’t the U.S. Open champion. But
I had a chance to win it in a way no one would ever have dreamed possible.

“Except me. I dreamed it.”

T
HE VERY FACT THAT
R
OCCO
relished the idea of going head-to-head in an 18-hole playoff against Tiger Woods made him markedly different from most of
his colleagues on the PGA Tour. Most dreaded the idea of even being paired with Woods for an ordinary round of golf on a Thursday
or Friday at a weekly tour stop. His presence was intimidating, in part because he was without question the greatest player
in the world, but also because of the way he carried himself. Every pore of his body oozed confidence, the message always
the same from the very first tee: I’m better than you. I know it and you know it and so does everyone watching us.

Only on rare occasions did Woods fail to live up to that message. He had stormed onto the tour in 1996, winning two times
that fall at the age of twenty, and then had won his first major as a professional, the 1997 Masters, by 12 shots. “He’s a
boy among men and he’s showing the men how to play,” eight-time major champion Tom Watson said that week.

Woods hadn’t let up much since that Masters. He had eye surgery and knee surgery, and always seemed to come back better than
before. He piled up victories at a stunning rate, especially for the modern era. At a time when any player winning twice in
the same year was thought to have had a superb year, Woods averaged more than five wins a year during his first eleven seasons
on tour. By 2008, he had already won thirteen majors as a pro, putting him second all-time and well on his way to Jack Nicklaus’s
record of eighteen. During one extraordinary stretch in 2000 and 2001, he won four majors in a row. Considering the fact that
any player who wins three majors in a career is considered a lock Hall of Famer, the four majors in ten months — known in
golf circles as the “Tiger Slam,” since he won all four of the game’s Grand Slam events in succession but not in a calendar
year — was arguably the greatest feat in golf history.

“Playing with Tiger is just hard,” said Paul Goydos, a veteran pro who, as with most players, liked Woods when he didn’t have
to compete against him. “Most of it isn’t his fault. The galleries are always huge and they’re always moving after he hits
or putts out. They’re noisy. Getting from one green to the next tee can be tough because security is so focused on him.

“He’s not unfriendly out there, but when it’s important to him and he’s grinding — which is almost always — he gets this look
in his eyes that tells you he doesn’t want to hear any jokes or kid around. You can almost see the intensity radiating off
his body, especially if it’s Sunday and he’s in the hunt.”

Which, as Goydos points out, is almost always. In 2007, Woods had had a fairly typical year. He played in sixteen tournaments
and won seven times — including the PGA Championship. He finished second three times, including in the Masters and the U.S.
Open — results that angered him. In all, he had finished in the top ten twelve times and the top twenty-five fifteen times.
That gave him sixty-one victories in his career and 144 top tens in 230 career starts. Some perspective: Phil Mickelson, the
number two player in the world, who is guaranteed to be a first-ballot Hall of Famer, went into 2008 with thirty-two victories
(a remarkable number by mortal standards) and 130 top tens. He had played in 363 tournaments to accumulate those numbers —
133 more than Woods.

It wasn’t just the numbers that made Woods scary. Anytime he showed up on a leader board, other players began thinking about
what second-place money was worth. When Woods was injured and off the tour, Lee Janzen, a two-time U.S. Open champion, joked
that “our purses just went up 18 percent.” The winner’s share on tour is 18 percent of the total purse.

In fact, Woods didn’t even have to be on the leader board to make people nervous. In 2003, when he was going through his second
swing change and struggling, Woods had to get up and down from a bunker to make par on his last hole in the second round just
to make the 36-hole cut at the Masters. Watching on TV, veteran tour caddy Mark Chaney watched Woods make his par putt. He
walked over to Brennan Little, Mike Weir’s caddy.

“Well, Butchie,” he said, calling Little by his nickname, “I thought there for a second you guys had a chance to win. Tough
luck.”

Weir was leading the tournament at that moment — and leading Woods by 11 shots. As it turned out, he did win, but not before
Woods closed to within a shot of him early on Sunday. Even with his game at its low ebb, Woods still frightened the competition.

It wasn’t a coincidence that on all five occasions when Woods had finished second in a major championship, the winner had
not been paired with him on Sunday. And even when it appeared he had no chance to win, he still managed to put a scare into
people.

In 2002, he trailed Rich Beem by five strokes with four holes to play in the PGA Championship. Then he birdied the last four
holes. Beem, playing two groups behind him, managed to keep his composure and win by one. In 2007 at the Masters, Woods needed
to hole out from the fairway on the 18th to tie Zach Johnson, who had already completed his final round. With the ball in
the air, everyone — including Johnson — held their breath, wondering if Woods could pull off the miracle.

Tiger didn’t hole the shot that time, but Johnson said later that “anyone else, you know the odds in a situation like that
are very much in your favor. With Tiger, I figured the chances were about fifty-fifty.”

No one wanted to be paired with Woods late in a major championship. He had clearly established his ability to intimidate en
route to that first dominating Masters victory in 1997, when he had a two-shot lead on European Tour veteran Colin Montgomerie
after 36 holes. Montgomerie, one of the best head-to-head players in Ryder Cup history, spoke confidently on Friday night
about his experience in big situations and how he thought that would help him playing with the rookie the next day.

Woods shot 65. Montgomerie shot 74.

So much for experience.

The only two players who had withstood the pressure of going mano a mano with Woods in the final round of a major were relative
unknowns. Bob May, who had never won on the PGA Tour, had matched 66’s with Woods during the final round of the PGA in 2000
before losing to him in a three-hole playoff. And Chris DiMarco had actually come from behind when Woods shockingly bogeyed
the last two holes at the 2005 Masters to tie. Woods then birdied the first hole of a sudden-death playoff to win.

Both players had taken a nothing-to-lose approach to playing against Woods. Both knew no one gave them any chance to win.
In DiMarco’s case, he was facing a Woods who wasn’t quite himself. He had gone ten straight majors without a victory during
his second swing adjustment and didn’t appear as boldly confident as the Woods who had won eight major titles in twenty-two
starts between 1997 and the midway point of 2002.

That Masters victory marked the return of the dominant Woods. Beginning with that event, his record in the majors was astonishing:
He won five times in thirteen starts. He finished second four times, third once, and fourth once. He had been out of the top
ten only twice: a 12th-place finish at the British Open in 2007 and a missed cut at the U.S. Open in 2006, his first tournament
back after the death of his father. It was the only time he had missed a cut in forty-five majors as a pro. Again, for perspective,
Mickelson, who has a superb record in the majors, had missed seven cuts in fifty-nine majors, including two in 2007. As if
to prove what a fluke that was, Woods had bounced back to win both the British Open and the PGA that year.

His presence on the leader board at the 2008 Open was more proof of his greatness. He had undergone knee surgery for a second
time in April, soon after finishing second to Trevor Immelman at the Masters. He had not played a single round of competitive
golf between the Masters and the Open, and there were rumors almost until the moment that he teed off on Thursday at Torrey
Pines that he might withdraw. Even his practice rounds had been extremely limited, and people wondered if he would be able
to play anywhere close to his normal level.

For 27 holes the answer appeared to be no. Paired with Mickelson and Adam Scott, the number-two-and number-three-ranked players
in the world, Woods looked extremely human. He was struggling to keep his driver under control, putts weren’t dropping, he
frequently grimaced after making contact with the ball, and he was clearly still hobbling at times.

He was well behind the leaders midway through his round on Friday, a lot closer to the cut line than the top of the leader
board. That he might withdraw to prevent further damage to the knee even if he made the cut seemed distinctly possible.

But then, on his last nine holes on Friday afternoon, Tiger became Tiger again. Making the turn, he was at three over par
for the tournament, trailing Stuart Appleby, who would be the leader at the midway point by six strokes. At that moment Tiger
was four strokes inside the cut line.

But five birdies on Torrey Pines’ front nine — he had played the back nine first — completely turned the tournament around
for Woods and changed it for everyone else in the field as well. Woods went from struggling to lurking, just a shot from the
lead at the end of the day. One of the people he was tied with on Friday night was Rocco, who had followed up a two-under-par
69 with an even-par 71 to tie for second with Woods and Robert Karlsson.

By Saturday night, there was only one leader: Woods. He finished his day by chipping in for birdie from an awkward lie just
outside a bunker on 17 and then holing an eagle putt on the 18th green. That set up a familiar scenario: Woods leading a major
after three rounds is as close to a lock as anything in sports. Thirteen times he had led majors going into Sunday; thirteen
times he had walked away the winner.

Lee Westwood was one shot behind Woods with 18 holes to play, and Rocco was still hanging around. By late Sunday afternoon,
with the golf course bathed in sun and a gentle breeze coming in off the Pacific Ocean, the three men were locked in a battle
for the Open title. Only one could win, and most assumed it would be Woods.