If this is the last PGA Tour win for Philly Mick in his storied career, I can live with that. This was Phil at his best- holing every crucial putt, scrambling from the trees, taking chances like the inveterate high stakes gambler he’s 
always been.
And in the end, besting the hottest young gun in the world, Justin Thomas, in a sudden death playoff.
I might be OK with this as Lefty’s final swan song but Phil won’t be. He wants more. He wants another major or maybe two or three.
He wants the U.S.Open.
I might be getting way ahead of the story but you know in Phil’s heart, he’s longing for that. And as a lifelong Phil Fanatic, I am as well. If not, why would he still be grinding the way he is this sport that is so unforgiving of weakness of any kind.
Why would he battle week in and week out with the young bashers who own today’s game if he didn’t think, didn’t believe, that he was as good as they are, no even better than they are. That’s what this win says today. It tells all the flat bellies on Tour that Old Man Time hasn’t yet got a strangle hold on him, a 47 year young swashbuckler whose nerves are still rock steady and desire for greatness is still voracious.
In his post-round press conference Phil noted that he wanted a win prior to going to Augusta, he didn’t want to be searching for his five year drought ending win at The Masters. He thinks he can win a fourth green jacket and we should as well.
In recent week’s Tiger’s resurgent play has had all of us golf fans thinking that another green jacket for Tiger was certainly a possibility given his past mastery there and the revived mystique of Tiger. We should think the same of Phil. A green jacket is in the realm of the possible. After that, who knows.
See you at Shinnecock.
Phil is back.
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