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Behind The Scoreboard By Claude Vinson Tiger’s back Just
like the swallows returning to Capistrano, it was inevitable that Tiger
would return to the links. When Tiger Woods released to the media that
he would choose the Masters as the venue for returning to the stage
which he had performed and ruled for over a decade, the real mystery
was what type of reception would he receive. Shortly
after the announcement that he would again be stepping outside with
clubs, Woods became his own spokesperson, showing up time and again in
media spots, handing out mea culpas in abundance and pleading for
patience, understanding and forgiveness. If the
number one golfer in the world was counting on the gallery at Augusta
National being more accepting of his repentant persona, he guessed
right. The crowds which thronged the golfers’ paths were jubilant.
There didn’t seem to be any hint of condemnation. Factually, they were
consistent in their vociferous admiration of all the contestants. The
roaring applause shook the greens and glens repeatedly. Woods,
who had promised the media that he would be in complete control of his
emotions, pretty much delivered on that promise. He looked like the
stalking Tiger of old, pleasing the fans at every hole, not showing any
signs of a five-month layoff. Well, until he reached the fourth round.
Tiger had come to Augusta National to claim his fifth green jacket and
perhaps exorcise a few demons in the process. Even
the talk of deep-pocket sponsors who had begun to drift away from Woods
was dispelled somewhat when Nike released a commercial starring Woods
(and the voice of his father), to coincide with the start of the
Masters. The field of competitors surrounding
Woods had no disparaging remarks about the golfer who routinely earns
upwards of thirty million iron men each year. Most stated that the tour
would not be the same without Tiger’s participation. And all the top
golfers in the world were on this course. For three rounds the entire
field had chased Lee Westwood, who was being chased by Phil Mickelson,
K.J. Choi and Woods. Yours truly has watched a
lot of Masters, but this one had a distinct flavor not matched by any
other. Suspense could be felt at every fairway. It had cheers, tears
but no jeers. Actually, there was a “Tiger, you suck!” epithet picked
up by a mike in close proximity but it was uttered by Tiger. And
Mickelson went on to overtake Westwood and earn his third green jacket,
and the tears came from him. Mickelson, too, had seen a rough year. The
cheers were for him and his family. Another sports hero exalted. There
were cheers also for a tarnished hero who just might have not only
finished in a tie for fourth, but taken a step to repair damage to his
image.
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