This viewer intervention stuff pro golf’s got going on is genius, I’m telling you.

And long overdue.

Forget HDTV rules. Generations ago, fans should have been given the authority to drop a dime when they spotted a rules violation from the La-Z-Boy parked in front of their Quasar.

If only the WWF had given a 10-year-old in Bridgton the power to pick up the phone and point out that Baron Mikel Scicluna was brandishing a foreign object or that Moondog Rex had bludgeoned poor Tony Garea with a dog bone while Captain Lou Albano distracted the referee, countless injustices could have been righted.

But all we have today are self-appointed golf cops all over America. Tiger Woods is only the latest to fall into their DVR trap. Friday wasn’t the first time someone let their fingers do the walking to point out a rules violation at a PGA event and it won’t be the last.

This is truly interactive television. Viewers can rat out a golfer if he so much as brushes his ball with a practice swing, even if the ball doesn’t move a millimeter. They can tattle when a twig accidentally gets kicked aside as a player is addressing his ball.

It is the game of golf’s timeless honor system taken to the most absurd extreme. Someone thousands of miles away can influence the outcome of a major sporting event, even after the officials appointed to enforce those rules have decided no foul occurred.

If only other sports allowed such scrutiny. LeBron James and Kobe Bryant would have their free throw attempts cut in half. One of the dozen holds by the New York Giants’ offensive line on David Tyree’s catch would have been called and it would have been 4th-and-20 or so. The infield fly rule that cost the Atlanta Braves in last years’ NL wild card game would have been revoked. The Dallas Stars and Buffalo Sabres could have played four overtimes in 1999 because Brett Hull’s foot was in the crease.

After all, as Tiger himself put it so succinctly on Friday, “Rules are rules.”

Of course, this means these games would have to be completed at a later date. We’d need to allow time to hear from all precincts.

The leagues could make a killing with this. They could sell more tickets when the games are replayed or picked up from the time of the foul. They could sell the TV rights to these games separately. The networks could put their hype machines in overdrive as viewers await the thrilling conclusion with bated breath. They could drag it out over an entire summer, “Who shot J.R.?” style.

Viewers will tune in in record numbers just to be the one who alerted the NBA that Doc Rivers was out of the coaching box when Paul Pierce hit that game-winning three. They’ll jam the phone lines to alert Major League Baseball that Mariano Rivera went to his mouth while he was on the mound before delivering strike three in the bottom of the ninth.

This could unite us as a country, like American Idol used to do. We can do this, America. We can go over every dribble, every throw, every check, every block, every putt, every serve, with a high-def comb. We have the technology.

And we clearly don’t have anything better to do.