He said nothing about the time he willingly, gladly stole from his game to devote to being captain of the Ryder Cup team. Nor does he mention his age. He keeps looking for his game. And it's still there. It's just not what it used to be.
Time is stealthy.
Quietly, softly, almost without our noticing, our finest players float from center stage off into the scenery. They stop winning and start trying to make cuts. We wonder about them at first, then shrug and say they've had their day. Arnold Palmer never won a major after the age of 34 but we hardly made much of it for ten or 15 years, after which we were forced to accept the fact that his soaring, slashing game had died and gone to heaven. It took Arnie another 15 or 20 years to accept the loss, if he ever has.