Bradley looked to be enjoying himself too much as he smiled and chuckled along with Woods in various locales, conjuring comparisons to the buddy act of Ahmad Rashad and Michael Jordan, who, like Woods, surrenders so little to journalists but whose consent to be interviewed is deemed an occasion to send a camera crew.
This puffy profile reminded me of a "documentary" about Woods — "Son, Hero, Champion" — that preceded CBS's fourth-round coverage of the Masters in 1997. It was produced by IMG, the agency that represents Woods, so you know how objective and unconflicted it was.
There is no question I have loved the great game of golf since first picking up a club at age 10, but I could argue that it is competition that stirred me as much more more than the game itself. I realized late in life that golf was my primary and life-long vehicle to competition, so when I lost my ability to compete, I lost some of my desire to play the game. But for many decades, golf quenched that thirst like little else, and there was and remains perhaps no confluence of all the elements of competition greater than the Ryder Cup. JACK NICKLAUS