Went with the family today to see Fiddler on the Roof at The Orpheum. I’d seen the play before, but this was the last touring go-round for the Israeli actor, Topol, who has defined the role of Tevye for the past 35 years. Truth to tell, he was pretty much the only thing worth watching — or better, listening to. Topol’s voice is a rich, sonorous instrument, capable of amused, nonverbal musings in high register, whispered conversations with his off-stage god, and booming renditions of the slightly-too-familiar songs. It was a nice Mother’s Day outing, though the audience demographic looked a lot like the last Republican convention — lots of see-through, fluffy, white “dos”, plaid sportscoats, colorful pantsuits, and other just-got-out-of-church clothes.
I got home just in time to check out the final holes of the Players Championship. Tiger Woods had started the day in second place and I’d assumed he’d be in contention when I got home. Nope. Golf’s greatest draw once again appeared mortal, struggling to eighth place on a one-over round. It occurred to me that it’s entirely possible that Tiger’s career has peaked, ending the fantasy that so many golf fans had that he was somehow superhuman, a notch beyond every other player, capable of intimidating and powering his way to victory through will and talent. Lately, not so much.
Sunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the years …