I love writing for Forbes. It’s an incredible platform, and they are incredible partners—with them, I have a well-defined lane: the intersection of leadership, sports and business. And most of the time, I stay in my lane because that’s what I’m supposed to do.
This isn’t one of those times.
Last week, Hurricane Michael ripped into the state I call home. Florida’s Gulf Coast and Panhandle regions were obliterated by the first category four hurricane in recorded history to make landfall on our shore, and the devastation is evident everywhere.
The loss of life may not be as catastrophic as with other storms, but I assure you, Michael’s aftermath is no joke.
“I couldn’t have done this without the help of everyone around me.”
Those were the words of Tiger Woods on Sunday evening as he stood, victorious, at Atlanta’s East Lake Golf Club. At the home of Bobby Jones, Tiger once again found a way to make golf magic happen, shooting a final round 71 to win the 2018 Tour Championship in a thrilling wire-to-wire fashion.
And as he stood there in the setting sun, surrounded by thousands of fans cheering him on, what looked familiar felt brand new. In fact, it was obvious how new things were when Woods, a winner for the first time since 2013, choked back tears as he spoke of the moment and what it meant to him.
On the golf course?
To quote the late Vince Lombardi, “What the hell is going on out here?”