SAN DIEGO - Golf gives us more than drama. Golf gives us tableau.
After playing to a tie through 90 holes in the U.S. Open, Tiger Woods and Rocco Mediate marched to the seventh tee at Torrey Pines on Monday afternoon for a sudden-death playoff.
It was the 19th hole of the day. On most courses, the 19th hole is the bar. On this day, the 19th hole was the place to drink in the kind of panorama only golf can provide:
Two exhausted golfers, Woods limping on his bad knee, Mediate leaning heavily against his caddie and wiping his face with a towel. A hawk flying over the green, casting its shadow on the flag.
A 360-degree view from the seventh green that included the Pacific, a hang glider flying over the third green, and multihued canyons. Thousands of fans sprinting to see the final shots of the tournament, then turning so silent you could hear the surf pounding the beach.
Woods leaving his birdie putt just short, falling to his knees, and using his putter to slowly regain his feet. Mediate, needing a curling par putt to send the tournament to the 92nd hole, missing high, as Woods sighed and hugged his caddie, more in relief than triumph.
Woods walking off the seventh green looking drained, and motioning his wife, Elin, toward a cart, where he would finally rest his surgically repaired knee. Mediate shrugging and chatting on the green, saying, "Oh, my God, that was ridiculous. I've never had more fun. He's sooo hard to beat."
Woods' cart speeding back down the seventh fairway as fans cheered, and then Mediate's cart following as fans spilled out of the grandstands, creating a parade line and screaming his name, one red-faced man in a Celtics jersey hollering, "You're our man, Rocco, you're our man!"