Those around Watson say he's certainly loving the action - knowing Woods and Mickelson couldn't make the cut.
But, yes, feel free to still romanticize Watson's slot. He is special. He is different.
After his drive on No. 1, Watson was crossing the bridge over Howard's Creek when he stopped. Playing partners D.J. Trahan and Brendon de Jonge marched across in businesslike fashion.
It wasn't a moment like when Watson kissed the Swilken Bridge at No. 18 in St. Andrews in his last British Open. It was, however, nice. He and wife Hilary stopped over Howard's Creek and searched for and pointed at trout. It seemed a fishy way of stopping and smelling the roses.
"I always do that here," Watson said. "I check out the trout everywhere here. The bridge at No. 15; the bridge at No. 1. I'm checking where those big boys are."
He's a sportsman. One still competing in a new era.
"We used to have to get to tournaments ourselves," Watson said. "There were no courtesy cars. We had to bring our own practice balls. There was no food. We had to buy that in the clubhouse. We ate with the members. They would, though, get you pretty good rates on hotels. My first year, if I paid over $10 a night for a hotel, that was a lot of money."
That first year was 1971. Watson was born in 1949. Yet he continues to give us thrills. Who can forget his 2009 run at the British Open in Turnberry, Scotland, at age 59? And now, here, at 62, Watson has made the cut and is playing on the final day of the Greenbrier Classic. Yes, he remains a champ on the Champions Tour, but this might not happen again. It is something to be savored.
"He's the greatest player out there," a stray caddy said passing by.
Indeed, Tom marches on.
Reach Mitch Vingle at 304-348-4827, mitchvin...@wvgazette.com or follow him at twitter.com/MitchVingle.