Let's face it. Golf is not the same without Tiger. The young guns that have burst upon the scene have played admirably, but none of them have come close to showing the dominance or consistency that Tiger had when he was on his game.
I won a bet that Tiger Woods would not win the Masters this weekend because his rebranding would have been derailed if he had gone out there, automaton-like, and swept through the course to win his fifth green blazer. So he didn't.
Tiger may have learned that banging porn stars every chance he gets isn't a profitable business or marriage decision. But he certainly hasn't gained a new sense of humility, as he revealed after walking off the course yesterday.
Now we know how Nike plans to hang on to its golden-egg-laying goose who disruptively flashed naked tail feathers to the world. It's kind of brilliant, if shameless. I know I'm getting hustled, but I still went back and watched it a few times.