The Artist Formerly Known As The World's Greatest Golfer strode mirthlessly towards the 10th green. "Battle, Tiger," shouted a sage in the gallery. Battle, Tiger? The man does little else these days.
His two rounds to miss the cut at the US Open have been nothing but a battle. A war of attrition, really. One fought at massive cost, with huge casualties and little gain.
Woods finished 16 over after two rounds, one of the stragglers in the field, down among the club professionals, a few old men and, bizarrely, Rickie Fowler. His second round score of 76 included eight bogeys and, although he found more fairways than Friday, his putting was way off.
"You get exposed on a course like this," Woods said. "You have to be so precise with everything. You really have to have your game dialled in - I didn't have that."
Wood teed off from the back nine yesterday, arriving at the 10th green, encouraged if not greatly cheered, to discover he needing crampons to reach his ball. Woods veered off to the left and began climbing a steep bank. He stopped mid-ascent, feet searching precariously for balance. He tentatively moved his hands to mimic the swing he would need to play from such an elevated landing place in heavy hillside rough. Then he fell over. The gallery gasped.