AUGUSTA, Ga. — Tiger Woods limped up the 17th fairway lined eight deep at midday Monday, a failing god at golf’s most heavenly site, surrounded by worshippers whispering their worries.
“Oh, he looks ... OK,” one patron said to his wife. She looked at her man like he was crazy.
Woods had been humping Augusta National’s hills for two hours. He’d hit six approach shots off the course’s uneven fairway lies. He’d spent an extra 15 minutes at every undulating green, chipping and putting to the hole where it was cut and to spots where he knew holes would be from Thursday to Sunday — if, by some miracle, he makes it to Sunday on one leg again.
