I had the good fortune of growing up watching a lot of golf. Everyone on my mom's side of the family golfs, and they take it very seriously. My oldest cousin Ben won the Minnesota State High School Championship and played for the NCAA Championship University of Minnesota Golf Team. He's now a professional golfer, and his brothers and dad are almost as good. Spring breaks in Arizona meant our house being overrun with U of M golfers practicing for their upcoming seasons, and getting a little color on their pasty winter skin. Sadly, I am the only family member who doesn't golf. My cousin's hysterical laughter was all the message I needed to put the clubs away. My mom says my swing is beautiful, I just can't actually hit the ball.

I say I had the great fortune to watch a lot of golf, with heavy sarcasm. I used to loathe when my family would get together and watch nothing but golf. It wasn't so much the golf watching I didn't like, it was when they started breaking down players swings and putting style -- reverse grip this and lob wedge that. Even though I didn't enjoy watching endless hours of golf, I loved watching Tiger Woods.

This weekend at Torrey Pines he again defined greatness. Tiger played on a knee only four weeks after having surgery and you could see the pain in his face after almost every shot. And despite that, he still won. Tiger playing hurt is better than anyone else in the world, and yet, it's still fascinating to watch. He played so well that when he made that crazy chip shot on Saturday, he laughed. He can't even believe how good he is.

While watching sports coverage after the U.S Open, an announcer noted how lucky we are to watch Tiger play. Older generations tell stories of Ben Hogan and Jack Nicklaus, but someday we'll reminisce about Tiger. I'd argue that there is no one who does what they do, better than Tiger Woods plays golf.