Imagine hoping that you can challenge for the Masters and, less than eight weeks out, being advised that your body cannot cope with sitting on a chair for 15 minutes.
Cue the mockery merchants, with one blogger concluding that the spasms must have spread to his voice box. Except it is not funny, it is sad.
Indeed, this pathetic scenario perfectly sums up this stage of his career.
The mean-spirited cry "karma" and "hubris" and claim Woods is simply hanging on to keep raking in the contracts.
Yet ask yourself this: if you had his money, would you put yourself through all of this, through the agony and the scorn, merely to add a few more digits to your huge fortune?
Perhaps Woods will soon call it a day. Perhaps that will be the only option.
But right now he is fighting and he is losing. And that is to be pitied, not mocked.