Is Jordan Spieth actually Frank Underwood?

Think about it.

First off, let me start by saying that I am referring to the Season 1 Frank Underwood. (Not Kevin Spacey because.. well that seems obvious.) I am talking about the Frank Underwood that is constantly scheming and five steps ahead of his competition.

In the midst of Tiger-Mania over the last 18 months, a tale for the ages has been lost; the saga of Jordan Spieth. I know the popular thing to do right now is talk about all of his missed cuts, or his putting yips, or even his monumental fall from grace; but what if we are talking about the wrong thing?

I will admit that I drank the Kool-Aid. I believed that Jordan Spieth was our generations’ next best shot at greatness. Needless to say, that has not been the case lately. Jordan has disappeared from the conversation almost entirely. I can’t imagine what he felt like at Augusta last month during the Champions’ Dinner knowing he has shot over par more often than he has made a cut recently. This guy had three consecutive top 2 finishes at The Masters, including a win, to go along with major championship victories at the U.S. and British Opens. All before turning 27 years old. What more could you possibly ask for as a golf fan? Hell, I was ready to buy Jordan Spieth 2017 on Xbox after he took the thrown from Rory McIlroy. (Everyone I know, included myself, still call it Tiger Woods golf.) This guy was poised to take us into the future. He had all the curb appeal you could want for the new face of golf. A hero born and raised in the great state of Texas, where everything is bigger and better apparently. That also includes Texans’ hubris of believing they are inherently better than everyone else. ( If it wasn’t for Dirk and Pop, the great state of Texas is biggest and best at being overhyped and underwhelming.)

But hear me out, what if this is all apart of his master plan? Instead of getting to the oval office like Frank Underwood, his presidency resides at The World Golf Hall of Fame.

Let’s assume that Jordan and his team took notice that Tiger was going to make a very real comeback. And while I am personally loving it, I think we can all agree that is has a short shelf-life. He is trending towards barely 10 events a year now. Regardless, all of the media attention will be on Tiger no matter what. Even if he misses the cut you spend the first 30 minutes of the CBS broadcast on Sunday showing the very few highlights he had on Friday as he, “tried to get himself to the weekend.” The “Tiger-effect” consumes any and all competing golfers in its way. So what if Jordan Spieth is setting himself up to make his own comeback?

Instead of being stuck in the final group on Sundays with Tiger at majors and shitting the bed, what if he plans on hitting cruise control until it all dies down? It’s not the worst plan I have ever heard of. I’m not sure I would actually want to toe-up with Tiger Woods and see where I stand.

Just wait till he is gone.

What makes a golfer a hero? I will tell you. Golf heroes are made by; the insane recovery shots from the shit we can all watch on YouTube,they are made on the putting green,and they are made in Augusta, Georgia.

Here are the facts; Jordan absolutely sprays drivers. He is always primed and ready for an out-of-this-world birdie because his driver is as reliable as a girl is to pick where she wants to eat.

Next, Jordan can roll the rock better than anyone on planet Earth when he is feeling himself. To be the peoples’ champ you have to give us those 50 footers with the tournament on the line. Jordan can do that, and damnit, it is thrilling to watch.

And finally, Jordan dominates at Augusta National. He feels at home there. He plays the course as well as Charlie Daniels plays the fiddle. And if you are going to play in Texas, you have got to have a fiddle in the band. Imagine if Rory had won the Masters? We crave dominance in that little sleepy town in southern Georgia. We HAVE to have it to crown a golfer a hero. Jordan’s finishes in his 6 starts at Augusta go as follows; T2, 1, T2, T11, 3, T21. Absurd.

Jordan Spieth has all the things we need to tell our grandkids about, “that time I saw Spieth bury that shit on Sunday.” He may not be the hero we expect. He may not even be the hero we want, but he might also be the hero we need. We all need to soak up this incredible Tiger comeback, but as a golf fan, you have to look to the horizon for a succession plan as Tiger rides off in to the sunset. Jordan is playing it slow. He is scheming to move from his seat as Majority Whip straight to the Oval Office. He is building his own storybook drama and setting the stage for his eventual takeover. He is already eyeing more majors and eventually selling his story and the movie rights to the highest bidder. So while we all laugh at his struggles as of late, Jordan is already thinking about watching Miles Teller play his role on the big screen while he sips Pina Coladas on his yacht in South Florida one day.