We have learned over the past 2 months that Jordan Spieth is human.
What a relief.
His 18th place finish at the Byron Nelson, followed by his final round defeat at the Masters have the media asking what is wrong with him. Speculation centers around what the media calls his “collapse” at Augusta, creating emotional fragility that has led to his less than stellar play of late. Can we just give the kid a break?
Why is it that we demand our up-and-coming athletes be “the next _______” (Tiger, Michael, Emmitt Smith, you fill in the blank). Perhaps our desire to elevate people to hero status, or proclaim them as “the greatest” is due in part to the dichotomy that exists in our post-modern culture that minimizes the thought of God, yet desperately seeks someone to worship.
Why can’t we just enjoy the performances and appreciate the athletic gifting? I mean, do we really want or need another Tiger Woods?
From all appearances, Spieth is a good human being, who respects people, is kind and generous, gracious to the media, and loves his family. A model to be admired? Yes. A talent to be appreciated? Absolutely. A player to root for? Of course. An idol to be worshiped? Even Spieth would say he is uncomfortable with that.
He’s 22 for crying out loud. Maybe we can be satisfied with watching him play for the next 15 years and just enjoy the ride.