I follow golf on Twitter.
It's not the only way I follow the game, but during tournaments when news is flying and golfers are going wild with scores, it's really the easiest way.
Usually when Tiger Woods wins a tournament my Twitter timeline gets lit up like the Marlins bullpen in a late-summer game. People freak out, reply to every single thing tweeted, shoot off Tiger fireworks via digital mediums.
This Sunday though, nothing.
There were more people talking about the preseason NFL game than there were talking about Tiger scorching Firestone.
The reason, of course, is that he lapped the Bridgestone Invitational field like it was playing in some club championship and he was the only one on the course.
This underscores a very strange Tiger Woods narrative I've noticed of late:
We love him the most when he wins in dramatic fashion and yet he rarely wins in dramatic fashion. He often plays and competes dramatically -- and we'll watch that -- but rarely, almost never wins.
All of his wins this year have come with extremely blase final round performances. A 72 at Torrey Pines, 71 at the Cadillac Championship, and 70s at Bay Hill, the Players Championship, and now Bridgestone.
This is his formula -- build a monster lead and keep you at bay with his ability to par the field to death -- but it makes for an incredibly boring Sunday afternoon.
In fact, after a 70 on Sunday he still hasn't posted anything in the 60s in the fourth round of any tournament in 2013.
Earlier on Sunday when I got bored and posted this video of Tiger's career fist pumps, my first thought was "man, it's ben a while since we've seen a classic one of these."
When is the last time you texted or called a friend, not because Tiger was playing well (he did that on Friday with the 61) but because he gave you a fist pump that gave you chills. A fist pump that said "this thing is over, I'm closing right now."
It's been a while, hasn't it?
You might point to his Players Championship win as high drama but the reality of that tournament was that he shot an even-par 36 on the back nine. A 36 that included a double bogey.
There were no triumphant fist pumps -- only a very snarky "u mad, Sergio" smirk at the end.
And yes, it's totally unfair that we tell Tiger "we want you to win, but we also want it to be fun at the end" because that's not really his job. He actually doesn't want it to be fun at the end.
But that's why we watch sports, isn't it? For the thrill at the end. For the payoff after a week's worth of investment. For the point, walk, and pump after a back-nine 31.
I am one of you, I'm selfish -- I love watching good Tiger but I want the drama, too.