Tiger Woods ripped off six-straight pars at the AT&T National at the Congressional Country Club to card a chilly 3-under 68 on the hottest day of the year in Washington DC. Woods, fired up the ice-water in his veins to drop a 45-foot eagle to kick it old school and pull within five strokes of the lead.
Unfortunately most of us will get an eerie sense of deja-vu when we play "Where is he now?" after Tiger collapses like a cheap circus tent on Sunday. Tiger's donned the mantle once wrapped tightly around the neck of the Shark, Greg Norman, whose career turned inexplicably bridesmaid just like Woods has ever since Elle put a whupping on him with a two-iron.
Woods greatest triumphs now occur in IHOP's when he gets a phone number from a waitress and while his career 33% average is better than most, the invincible golf cyborg days are long gone.
Sure the press rhapsodizes about him breaking Sam Snead's record for most tournament wins, or catching the Golden Bear for most Majors but that's just a bunch of Beatles fans talking about how great Sir Paul is now that Yoko doesn't have a band anymore...