After seeming to question the severity of Tiger's knee injury at the U.S. Open, Retief Goosen apologized on his website and said he would contact Tiger personally to let him know that it was all in jest. While we'll never get to hear the actual phone call, here's a guess at how it might go:
TW: “You’ve got the Tiger.”
RG: “Hey Tiger, it’s Retief.”
TW: “Hey Goose, how’s your wife and my kids?”
RG: “Haha, very good, very good. How’s your knee?”
TW: “The doctors said no strenuous activity for at least a
couple months, so I’ll be able to get together with you for some match play in
about two or three weeks.”
[Awkward pause]
RG: “Tiger, I can’t help but feel like you’re a little mad at
me.”
TW: “No, don’t be silly, I’m just teasing. I guess you could say
I’m faking…being mad at you.”
RG: “I can’t tell you how sorry I am for what I implied, it
really was all tongue-in-cheek and in good fun…but I certainly feel I put my
foot in my mouth.”
TW: [Mumbles] “At this point I think you should be more
concerned about where I’m going to put my foot.”
RG: “What was that?”
TW: “Nothing, nothing.”
[Awkward pause]
RG: “Well at least you’ll have more time to spend with the
family.”
TW: “Absolutely, I’m really looking forward to it. I’ll have Sam
root for you on Sunday…you haven’t won since she was born, right?”
RG: “No, unfortunately not since the International in 2005.”
TW: “Wow, the International. Do they even play that one anymore?”
RG: “No, no, unfortunately not.”
TW: “Bummer...”
[Awkward pause]
RG: “You’re sure you’re not mad at me?”
TW: “Goosey, baby, don’t worry about it, you’ll always be No.
1 in my book…even when you’re No. 35 in some others.”
RG: “Okay, well I really am sorry, no harm intended.”
TW: “No harm done, water under the bridge.”
RG: "I better go. My agent's on the other line about
some new endorsements."
TW: "OK. Have you considered promoting Tylenol PM? We've only been on the phone for a few minutes and I already feel like taking a nap."
RG: "Good tip, I'll ask around. Take care, Tiger."
TW: "Bye, Goose."