Below you’ll find the story I wrote from the end of Woods’ week, urging us to appreciate the moment before we moved on to all the rest — including his charge at the cut line at the PGA and that magical walk at St. Andrews. And while there are reasons to be optimistic for his 2023 (Ball speed is up! Plantar fasciitis is beatable! He’s making moves behind the scenes!) it feels like a good time of year to reflect on that moment one more time:
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AUGUSTA, Ga. — Before the breathless speculation about what’s next, before we see if his jet is stopping for practice rounds in Tulsa, before we start mapping out his path to victory at St. Andrews, let’s take a moment to appreciate what Tiger Woods did this week at Augusta National.
How do you measure this Masters for Woods? The numbers that explain his result are inadequate in telling its story. Solo 47th. A career-highest 13 over par. Back-to-back 78s on the weekend. One number comes closer — his 22nd consecutive made cut at Augusta — but still falls short. What did it mean to Woods himself, and to those around him, and to those of us watching along? That’s much tougher to quantify.
Woods limped down the 14th fairway on Sunday alongside playing partner Jon Rahm. He was canted slightly forward, the stride of a man with a fused back whose body is made partly of metal. He was using his driver as something of a hiking pole, helping to propel himself forward, in clear discomfort. He was already three over par for his round, 10 over par for the tournament. But still fighting.
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Woods had a massive gallery in tow, including one particularly enthusiastic pocket of supporters on the rope line, all dressed in red and black. Tiger colors. They cheered loudly as Woods went by, the way a family might root on their father at a half-marathon. One of them asked her friends if she should deploy her loud whistle. She went for it. They cheered louder.
Woods’ daughter Sam and girlfriend Erica Herman were among that group. Tiger has stressed all week that only those closest to him could understand the extent of his fight back. Sam agreed.
“It’s miraculous,” she said of this week’s start. “It shouldn’t be happening.”
“I mean, nothing ever surprises me about him,” Herman said. “But he’d just worked so hard to be here, that was the one thing I knew: once he got here, he wasn’t going to go home.”
She used the same words that Woods has all week. Appreciative. Thankful.
“This feels like a home game for him,” she said. “This has been his home turf for so long. Everybody around the club knows him. They know us now, too.”
“Grandma’s famous here,” Sam added, referring to Tiger’s mother Kultida. “She knows everybody.”
In the background, Woods faced down a 37-foot bogey putt. He took his time mulling it over. Every shot counts the same, even if you’re 20 off the lead. He poured it in. The crowd went wild.
Nearby, an athletic man in a crisp Augusta National polo took in the action. It was Bryson DeChambeau. He’d missed the cut but stuck around to watch Woods. This isn’t just rare; it never happens. Pros don’t watch other pros play golf. What was DeChambeau doing there? He shrugged.
“I came out to support the best ever,” he said. “It’s really cool — I don’t know how many chances I’ll get to do something like this.”
The man is a magnet. This place is a magnet. Once you’re here, you don’t want to leave. Once you leave, you want to come back.
A hundred miles away at his home in Bluffton, S.C., Johnny Pruitt was trying to make sense of it all.
“I’ve got goosebumps just thinking about what he’s doing right now,” he said on Sunday afternoon as Woods finished up his final round.
When is comes to miracles at Augusta National, Pruitt is something of an expert. He was standing at Amen Corner in 2018 when his heart failed, sending him into major cardiac arrest. He turned blue. His heart stopped. By the time he got proper medical attention, he’d gone minutes without a pulse. To quote Pruitt himself: “I was very much not alive.”
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Through exhaustive medical procedures and sheer force of will, Pruitt pulled through. The next year he was back at Augusta, walking carefully, celebrating the anniversary of his death. Woods was back, too, completing a miraculous comeback by winning his fifth green jacket. Pruitt has never met Woods, but he marks their progress together. He couldn’t believe that 2019 win. He couldn’t believe Woods came back this year, either.
“I don’t know what his dad taught him about mind over body but there’s something else there that would make you that passionate and that determined to do what he does,” Pruitt said. He gets emotional, talking about Woods. That’s one of Tiger’s hallmarks: He inspires emotion. “That’s the thing, right? He’s not in it for the money,” Pruit continued. “He doesn’t have to do this.”
He doesn’t have to. But something compelled Woods to battle back for this year’s Masters. Despite the fact that he’s 46 years old. Despite the fact that he’s already arguably the greatest golfer in history. Despite the fact that he’s worth hundreds of millions of dollars. And despite the fact that 14 months ago he was on an operating table following a horrific car crash, with a “50/50 chance” of losing his leg.
After his round, Woods was self-deprecating about his performance but seemed to understand the gravity of his presence. He was already thinking big picture. He talked about how much the tournament has meant to his entire family. He talked about what it meant that he’d teed it up. He recognized his place in the tournament’s complex history.
