Off the 18th tee, Tiger hit his ball offline to the right and into the Augusta trees. From there, he had to pick his way off the pine straw, get out of trouble and advance to the green. The shot didn’t look terribly crowded nor did it force him to play “smart golf” and hit ninety-degrees left back into the fairway. He had an opening and the skills to advance his ball up onto the dance floor.
As he was setting up, I looked over to my wife, patiently watching with me, and said with more than a hint of sarcasm, "I’m really good at this shot. Hitting through the trees, off the junk with a punchy 4-iron. That’s how I play golf. Thing is, I’d probably hit that tree right there in the middle."
A few practice swings later, Tiger Woods, the number one golfer of all time did just that! He nailed it, punched it strong and on a line . . . then, KNOCK! He hit the tree right there in the middle – just as I and millions of others would do in our golf game! Unbelievable!
We were cracking up, laughing that he—Tiger freakin' Woods!—hit that shot, my shot, our shot. Tiger lined it up, swung and smacked that tree square as hammer on a nail. Mr. Woods didn’t’ seem to think it was so funny, but millions of weekend duffers everywhere had to be pleased watching him do what we do.
Even the best of all time can be humbled and humiliated by the great game, but after Sunday at the Masters we can all gain confidence knowing that when we get it right (or he gets it wrong), we can match the level of accuracy and execution as Tiger Woods.