Arnold Palmer Invitational 2012: Tiger Targets Augusta After Win

Do you remember when Tiger Woods was able to stop his swing at any point when he was distracted by the smallest, most infinitesimal sound? He would step away, sneer a sinister sneer, take a deep breath and go back to the task at hand of sending a stinger down the middle of the fairway.

Tiger had an unparalleled concentration, focus and energy to completely telepathically control the golf ball.  His C game was in fact the game many TOUR players dreamed for, as they gasped for air in a sport that only rewards those near the top of the leaderboard on Sunday.  And, his putting was so clutch, just ask Bob May, Ernie Els, Lee Westwood, Rocco Mediate.....

It might be back.

Can the once irreplaceable World No. 1 player win the Comeback Player of the Year Award?  

Whether the Navy Seals program was enticing enough to attract the No. 1 golfer in the world will be fodder for debate in longtime teacher Hank Haney's newly released book "The Big Miss."

But, the real target in the sights for Tiger Woods is the next major—Augusta National.

Forget getting adjusted to his new teacher, Sean Foley.  Or, that he dissed his longtime caddy Stevie Williams. Joe LaCava is picking up the bag where Williams left off.  

Forget the off-the-fairways mess. Ole Tiger Woods was like the Tiger Woods of old at Bay Hill, the Arnold Palmer Invitation.  

And it left everyone scrambling for second place.  

It was September of 2009 that we last saw him claim a notable championship. And, the climb has been polarizing, like watching the football come out of Tim Tebow's hand.  

Is it going to find the fairway? Can he win again? Does he have the mental make-up to shrug off the mistakes? Is he healthy? Can he reclaim the golf landscape that Luke and Rory and Phil have danced around like the 17th at TPC Sawgrass?

Those questions seem so mundane.  

And now, as if the Master's field did not have a few obstacles to their golf ball name.  Tiger is going to drive up Magnolia Lane with enough moxie to make the green jacket wannabes look in their rear-view mirrors.

Before anyone can spell Charl Schwartzel, that is.

Game on.