Jordan Spieth really won me over this week. I'm talking not so much his golf, more his personality. The golf has clearly been very good since he burst onto the scene in 2013. And he's only enhanced that reputation since, with performances at consecutive Masters and the Ryder Cup. But honestly, I never found the personality all that engaging. It was fine. A touch bland perhaps. He never felt to me like the gripping future of the sport.
Tom Watson says that nothing is as charismatic as winning, and there's an element of that here. Two Majors in two months is pretty intoxicating stuff. But watching him the other night in comparison to the characterless Dustin Johnson, it became dramatically apparent just how engaging he actually is. We get to know him. He talks. He talks a lot. He actually can't control it. And in the age of the mic'd up golf course that's great fun.
Spieth yells and moans and gesticulates after every shot, all the while plotting his way around the course with ice-cool meticulous care. His caddie Michael Grellar is an exercise in steely stoicism. Suddenly I'm very excited about the Rory McIlroy-Jordan Spieth rivalry. St Andrews will be all the more fun for it.