In this, the motherland of golf, revelers hoisted pints of Guinness ale to toast a coronation we could see coming plainer than the QE2 . Woods won handily and with aplomb. I'm starting to believe the apocryphal-sounding tale that, at age 3, precocious little Eldrick shot 48 for nine holes. If you haven't noticed, the young man not only has a calling, he hears the golfing gods and that's why he's canonized. Don't let the ubiquitous Nike swoosh or the Forbes Power 100 mislead.
Tiger is first and foremost a big-time trophy hunter, a sportsman for the ages.
He plays the way golf's legendary forefathers did, with a well-reasoned game plan prepared for any predicament. Aggressive when possible, prudent when necessary. He never overpowered the Old Course, instead finessing the eccentric, old gray Scottish lady. Not once did Woods find a silo-deep pot bunker. Always thinking, always plotting, full of patience and poise, Woods apparently feels pressure the way a hooded executioner feels sympathy.