As of early March 2026, Scottie has three wins on the PGA Tour. Yes, three. And we’re only about two months into the year. That’s not normal. That’s like eating a whole pizza before the delivery driver gets back to their car.
He won the Sentinel in January (yawn, easy for him). He took the WM Phoenix Open in February (the crowd was losing their minds). And just last week, he snagged the Arnold Palmer Invitational at Bay Hill. That third one? That was a statement. He did it with a short game that looked like magic.
The "Wait, Is He the Best Ever?" Stage
Here’s the funny part. We’re all pretending to analyze this. We say, “Oh, well, Tiger had seven wins by March in 2000.” Cool. Tiger is a unicorn. Scottie is a different kind of unicorn. He hits it straight, putts like a demon, and has the emotional range of a zen master. It’s boringly brilliant.
And get this: he’s leading the FedEx Cup by a mile. The guy has, like, 1,500 points more than the next player. That’s not a lead. That’s a visitation from another planet. I half-expect him to start giving golf lessons to aliens.
I asked my buddy (the one who still uses a persimmon driver) what he thinks. He said, “He’s just so solid. No drama.” Exactly. No drama, just trophies. Remember when he made that double-bogey at the 14th at Bay Hill? I actually gasped. Then he birdied three of the last four holes. Unreal.
