Look at any other major American sport, and the athletes all look the same (sorry, bowling fans, but your sport doesn't count as major) -- buff to the extreme, more ripped than a college student on spring break. Only in golf can you still find guys with more than 10 per cent body fat making an abundant living.
I watched some of today's round at the Masters and was amused to see the musclehead contingent -- Villegas, Katayama, and of course Tiger himself -- eating the dust of lumpy, potbellied older guys like Chad Campbell, and the co-leaders going into Sunday, Kenny Perry and Angel Cabrera.
Clearly, I realize that it is not the culturally correct thing to do, celebrating fellows who look as if they're as adept with a plate of linguine as they are with a putter. Obesity is becoming the leading health scourge of our world, no doubt about that. But even if some of these guys might (like me) run borderline obese on a BMI scorecard, they're as fit as they need to be. I'm calling this Masters for Senor Cabrera, who has all the pieces of his game flowing, and has been through the major tournament pressure cooker before, and won (U.S. Open, 2007). Another oldster to keep your eye on is skinny Jimmy Furyk, who has the short game and control of his irons to overtake the leaders.
Tiger? He's seven shots back, and those lumpy guys at the top aren't going to come back to him tomorrow. Maybe Tiger needs to put on a few pounds...