I can\u2019t sleep. I\u2019d get up and do something if I could but my back\u2019s too sore. It hurts all the time. I\u2019ll take another pain pill or two. I\u2019ll take whatever\u2019s necessary to quit hurting. I think my mind hurts more than my back. What I\u2019ve got to do is quit thinking. This all started eleven years ago when they had to surgically rebuild my left knee. I came back in good form but my body was different and got worse after Elin found out about my girlfriends and chased me, swinging a golf club, to the car I woozily drove into a fire hydrant and a tree, hitting my head and spraining my neck. Suddenly, I became a national joke and felt like everyone was either laughing at me or staring. I know damn well they were. Maybe I was wrong to be young, rich, and famous, and often away from home and eager to accept female affection, and maybe you\u2019d behave like me under the same circumstances.<\/p>\n
\tNo matter what I always focused on my two young kids but worried less about my marital problems and divorce as my body continued to crack. I injured my left Achilles heel and sprained my reconstructed knee, the pivot of a golf swing, and didn\u2019t win for two years. I started rolling again in 2012 with three victories and five the following year but I strained my back and it became stiff and painful and I stopped winning for one year, two years, and had back surgery and then another back surgery and a third operation and I still can\u2019t take the pain. I don\u2019t care so much about golf anymore. I\u2019m done. I just want to quit hurting. I need some rest. Four years after my last victory I tell doctors: all right. Let\u2019s do what you recommend. Fuse my back. After surgery the pain\u2019s worse and I take strong medications and don\u2019t remember getting in my car and driving around my Florida neighborhood and pulling over and sleeping until the police wake me up.<\/p>\n
\tTiger\u2019s more than done now, millions say. He\u2019ll soon be dead. But I don\u2019t think so. I embrace treatment for substance abuse and my back starts getting better and in a few months I can swing the club a little and eventually I start playing practice rounds and begin to feel it. I\u2019m not done. I\u2019m coming back. I shoot sixty-four the final day of the 2018 PGA and finish second, only two strokes back. Now I know I\u2019m going to win again. I don\u2019t know when but it\u2019s happening soon. It\u2019s happening this fall weekend at the Tour Championship. I dominate the field after three rounds, play conservatively the final day, and lift my first trophy in five years.<\/p>\n
\tI\u2019m happy but hungry. I want another major title. I\u2019ve got to have one. It\u2019s been almost eleven years since I hobbled around Torrey Pines on a ruined left knee and won the U.S. Open. I want my fifth green jacket at the Masters Tournament. I haven\u2019t won it in fourteen years. Is it realistic to win again? I open with a seventy, two under par. That calms me and I shoot sixty-eight and sixty-seven and am tied for second two strokes behind Francesco Molinari and will be in the final group, a threesome starting early Sunday to beat the coming storm. <\/p>\n
The fans are excited and on my side. I\u2019m no longer Goliath or the man who strayed. I\u2019m the wounded former champ, age forty-three, an underdog who doesn\u2019t crack as Molinari hits a ball in the pond on the par three twelfth and I birdie the par fives over water, thirteen and fifteen, where Molinari clips a branch and lands in another pond, and then I almost ace the sixteenth, landing beyond and right of the hole and letting it funnel down to the iconic Sunday pin location where I tap in for a birdie. I know. So do the fans. I\u2019m up by two and I\u2019m going to win. <\/p>\n
I get through seventeen with a par and hit a safe but short drive on the eighteenth. Ahead, Brooks Koepka, the muscular virtuoso who beat me in the PGA last year, is two back and has a good shot at birdie. If he makes it and I bogey we\u2019ll have to have a playoff. That\u2019s not part of what\u2019s happening today. I hope to hell it isn\u2019t. Brooksie misses his putt. All right. I play my second shot short and to the right of the green and pitch on and face a putt similar to his. Just be careful. Uh oh, I strike the ball firmly but it hits the hole and I\u2019ve got less than two feet to victory. I knock it in and extend both arms, pumping my fists, and this is what I love, winning major tournaments and feeling excitement of fans around the green. I\u2019ve long wanted my kids to see this in person instead of on film. I walk off the green and here comes my son for a hug and my daughter and mom and girlfriend. Can you believe it? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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