Recently Tiger Woods announced to the golfing world that he was coming back to play the tour after more than two years off with a multitude of aggravating issues. While in rehab, which included ongoing drug counselling and work on his lower back, Tiger has had time to think about his game – the bigger game as a whole. What he has concluded is that professional golf has reached a technological level where to play it competitively now requires an additional seventy to a hundred yards per hole. What we now have are super phenoms who can outdrive a demanding five hundred yard fairway in two swings and putt out in one or, even better, consistently reach the cup in two on a challenging dog-left traditional par three. Statistics bear out this trend most noticeably when it comes to a significant rise in scoring averages per hole on major courses. Analyzing the data might lead one to believe that the real pros are getting better at their game, with a little help from a better golf ball and clubhead. That Tiger would not deny, but it begs the bigger question: where is this taking the game if Titleist or Galloway are controlling performance levels to such an extent? It also raises the matter of where Tiger’s game would have been today if he had laid of the torque and concentrated on the flow and release of the club. While his game has literally gone to the dogs, because of extensive nerve damage resulting from rotational pressure on his spinal column, Woods is honorable enough to still be looking out for the game. For him, the writing is on the wall: the game must start looking at reducing the overreaching power of the newer generation of golf balls if it hopes to keep the game within manageable limits. I can imagine Woods, no longer in his forties, wracked with pain and angst, seeing golf as a drive for the show with all that comes with it: unbelievably low scores that intimidate one’s opponents. Those architects who design, and greats who lend their name to this prestigious game need to press the pause button on plotting the trajectory of this game. It is a sport that is running out of real estate and appeal to the common man. If I am anyone to go by, Duffer Ian loves the game enough to content himself to a periodic nine-holes at the local Par 3. Gone are the days when I took on 18 holes two times a week. Just too expensive and not enough time, even though I have acquired a decent swing that allows me to drive 240 yards thanks, in large part, to a better golf ball. At the highest level of achievement, golf has become an exclusive activity for the rich and the sports celebrity. Ask Donald Trump as he tries to market his global properties. The wall has now been reached where this new breed of golfer will have run out of space to play the game, money to attract a competitive field, and a viewing public interested in following its developments, all because a little white dimpled ball is leading the charge into the vast unknown.