Stop me if you’re heard this before: Player X is the new Tiger Woods.
Sergio Garcia, Anthony Kim, Camillo Villegas, Hunter Mahan, et. al. All of these have been anointed by a hysterical golf press as the New Tiger. But all have turned out to be pretenders—the Perkin Warbecks of Golf.
Now add to the list of Next Great Things, Rory McIlroy. By virtue of his win in Dubai last week, McIlroy has been feted by the golf press and declared to be the legitimate heir. With the King in exile, it seems that a single victory is all you need.
Not that there aren’t intriguing parallels. Like Tiger, McIlroy took up the clubs at an early age, and has shown prodigious talent as a youth. But seriously. One victory?
Fueling the fire is the news that
Perkin Rory will play a practice round with Tiger at Augusta. In the minds of the press—who, absent Tiger to write about—that constitutes a Royal Blessing and the naming of the Heir.
To his credit, McIlroy seems to be deflecting the praise. Perhaps he’s seen what Tiger does to people who dare challenge his position. Or perhaps he recalls that Perkin was imprisoned by Henry VII and hanged for his impertinence.
You’ll forgive me if I take a wait and see approach.