Tiger came along just as the persimmon driver head was turning into metal. Now, you have NASA materials throughout the club, club heads the size of bricks, a ball that doesn't spin and if all that isn't enough, trackman and body sensors to direct the player on how to capture high velocity, square strikes consistently.
Hats off to Bryson for exploiting it all but to my eye, watching him drive the ball is ugly and a total bastardization of the game. If you tried to hit a balata with a persimmon driver that hard, it would go as far right as it did straight. The old game, the one played by early Tiger on back, required rhythm and exquisite timing. Now, its just swing speed. The equipment slots the speed and little can go wrong for a talented player who has worked the angles out on trackman.
Bryson has opened the door to a stampeding herd of lunging, thrashing work out ponies, who will be blowing their backs out in five years only to give way to heard right behind them. They hit wedge into par fives in two and knockdown sixty yarders into 430 yard par fours. Where's the sport in that? The pro game is officially ruined. Still love to play, though.