Youth may win out, but Watson again proves age is just a number

TURNBERRY, Scotland (AP) — Maybe when the disappointment wears off — for both Tom Watson and the millions of fans cheering him on — everyone will take a larger message from his amazing performance along the Scottish coast.

Age, indeed, is just a number.

Let’s not put these ol’ geezers out to pasture just yet.

From George Foreman to Dara Torres, from Lance Armstrong to Mark Martin — and now, Watson — these geriatric athletes pop out of their rockin’ chairs from time to time, reminding us that youth may win out most times, but it’s not always served.

“As athletes, we’re not putting an age limit on our dreams,” Torres said from a hotel in Italy, where the 42-year-old swimmer is preparing to compete at the world championships. “I don’t think it matters what age you are.”

Watson proved that during four magical days at Turnberry, even if the ending was painful to watch. Less than a year removed from hip replacement surgery and three years away from qualifying for Social Security, he nearly won the British Open at 59.

Fifty-nine!

“He’s striking the ball so well, just so straight,” said Mathew Goggin, 24 years younger and Watson’s playing partner on Sunday. “He can contend on these (links) golf courses forever the way he strikes the ball.”

Watson shot a 5-under 65 in the opening round. He led after the next two days, the oldest golfer ever to set the pace at a major championship. And at the 72nd hole Sunday evening, with the sun dipping toward the Firth of Clyde, he stood over an 8-foot putt with a chance to become the oldest major champion.

Ever.

Everyone held their breath.

“It reminds me of what it used to be like when you played the big Tour, played the kids’ Tour, and were in contention all the time,” said Watson, now a regular on the senior circuit but eligible for the British Open since he’s a five-time winner. “Almost. The dream almost came true.”

The potential winning putt never had a chance, curling to a stop nearly a foot shy of the cup. Watson tapped that in for a tie with Stewart Cink — and suddenly looked his age, sort of like an over-the-hill Muhammad Ali getting battered when his prime had passed.

Arriving at the No. 5 tee box for the start of the playoff, Watson was overheard mentioning to an official that it was getting cold. Then he played as if his tired ol’ bones had given it all they had. A bogey at the first extra hole. A double bogey at the third. One last bogey to finish up, then watch Cink take hold of the claret jug that should have been Watson’s.

“The old fogey almost did it,” Watson said, flashing that pierced-lip smile of his. “It was fun out there. It was fun to be in the mix of it again and having the kids who are my kids’ age just look at you and say, ‘What are you doing out here?’ and saying, ‘All right, nice going. You can still play.”

But showing he still had it didn’t ease Watson’s anguish. During the awards ceremony, after Cink had collected the claret jug and moved over to stand beside the runner-up, Watson looked wistfully at the winner’s prize, as if he knew he’ll likely never get this close to it again.