Tiger Woods was the most dominating golf player of this era. Notice I said, "was."
Where there once stood a solid rock of golf granite, a mythic god firing at hole locations and curling putts into the hole with the calm, cool precision of a surgeon, there is now merely a man.
A man with faults and flaws, just like the rest of us.
Where there was once the fiery titan, expressing emotions on the course and swearing like a sailor on a three-day shore leave bender, there is now a guy who gets fined for spitting, and then admits that he was right to be fined.
Where once there was the impenetrable facade, a shadowy veil that hid all but he wanted us to see, there is now the bright, harsh light of exposure and in that light is the soft belly, unprotected by the armor of mystery he once wore.
Tiger will win again. Of that I have no doubt.
But he will not win another major golf championship again, and here's why.