"He plays bitter, joyless golf, where the predominant emotion is anger and the whole spectacle looks like a private battle he'll never win. The outlook is cynical, fate is his enemy on every putt, and each smile is sarcastic. He's become Sergio Garcia, minus the overt whining. Maybe winning a major will set him right, but until then he's gradually losing whatever it was that made him so magnetic and intimidating."
Good for Phil, though. It's funny how he and Tiger are sort of two sides of the same coin when it comes to finishing a tournament. Phil can't stand prosperity and if he gets a lead late, he usually blows it while Tiger hangs onto a lead like a mama bear hangs on to her cub. Conversely, Phil comes from behind as well as anyone but Tiger can't charge to save his life.