Now it all starts again, the Tiger Watch. If he should win at Augusta, there will be pandemonium. Only the novices will say Tiger is back. The old Tiger is not coming back. Intermission is over. If you're looking for a warm and fuzzy and open Tiger, here in the early scenes of Act II, someone you can know and love, you're dreaming. Mickelson has played dozens of rounds with Tiger, sits at the same table with him every year at the champions dinner at Augusta, plays Ping-Pong with him at the Ryder Cup. You'll never hear Phil say he really knows Tiger. Nobody really knows Tiger.
We don't watch Tiger with such intense interest because we feel as if we know him and like him and that when he wins, we win. (Phil gives us that.) We watch Tiger because we're drawn to greatness. We watch Tiger because we want to see if the golfer with 14 majors can catch the guy with 18. We watch Tiger to see what a man does with a second chance.