Golf, by its nature, is a selfish sport. Simply ask the millions of golf widows - and widowers (let's not be laid open to accusations of sexism here!) - who are left kicking their heels at home while the spouse or partner is out trudging the fairways.
It is selfish because, in the main, it is an individual and solitary battle against the course and its set-up rather than against an opponent.
Most players, professionals and amateurs alike, will say they try to ignore what their partner/rival is doing and just concentrate on their own games. It may be an untruth for we are all susceptible to the pressure of seeing someone else hit the perfect drive, stop a wedge shot dead on the green or snake a putt through the contours to the hole.
We wouldn't be human if it didn't grate just a little - even though etiquette will force a grumbled "good shot old man". It is why golf remains one of the most sociable sports on the planet.
But that is to digress. The point is that golfers - pro or not - can be solitary creatures, terribly focused on the task at hand: to get that damn ball into that sometimes tiny hole in as few shots as possible.
Many golf fans ask: "Why is Tiger so miserable?" or "Is Monty really such a curmudgeon?"
"Why can't they at least look like they are enjoying themselves? They are after all being paid vast sums of money for playing a round of golf."
It is because it is their job - a demanding job - upon which their livelihoods depend. They are rapt in concentration and it is all-absorbing.
It is why the slightest interruption - a cough, a sniff, an insect, a camera or, by far the worst, a mobile phone ringtone - will incur the wrath of any player during a shot.
Colin Montgomerie, regardless his on-course persona, is the picture of affability off it.
I witnessed the infamous brandishing of the golf club at a photographer during the British Masters at The Forest of Arden two years ago.
But after a few curt words with the scribes - culpable by virtue of being fellow journalists - Monty was all smiles, cheerfully signing autographs.
Similarly after the Jakartagate incident Montgomerie, never entirely comfortable with the press, did his level best to remain friendly and he continued to enchant the public at The Open when under the fiercest scrutiny while chasing Tiger's tail.
It is why I applaud his recent OBE.
The 42-year-old Scot - already the proud owner of an MBE which he received after winning his sixth European Order of merit title in 1998 - has this year claimed his eighth title.
No-one would have been more proud than Monty when receiving his gong from the Prince of Wales at Buckingham Palace.
And he did his sport proud too when - despite being the consummate professional, despite being single-minded in his pursuit of glory (a Major remains his one elusive target) and despite sometimes appearing a grumpy old man - he dedicated the OBE to the European Ryder Cup TEAM!
Not such a selfish figure after all, then.