There is a saying among gamblers – the wise ones at least – that nobody ever got rich betting on streaks to end.
Their reasoning embraces a principle that a few golf pundits might be prudent to adopt and adapt. Nobody ever looked smart backing Lee Westwood to win a Major.
And yet they still do. The earnest analyses are wrapped in deductive reasoning – driver accuracy statistics, sand-save percentages, you know the sort of stuff – but they are underpinned by something more akin to blind faith, a logical process right up there with staring at tea leaves. In short, the thinking is that he has got to win one sometime.
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