AUGUSTA, Ga. — Thursday morning, Tiger Woods defied belief. Saturday afternoon, reality caught up with him.
Roughly 50 hours after he strode to the first tee at Augusta National riding a wave of cheers from a mass of patrons thousands strong, Woods played like what he is: a man still recovering from a catastrophic car wreck, a man with enough metal in his body to set off TSA sensors, a man who’s held together with duct tape and willpower.
Woods shot 78 on the day, his worst performance ever at the Masters, and the round didn’t even look that pretty.