OPINION
It’s time to face the cold, hard truth about Tiger Woods. The man, the myth, the legend; his aura still looms large over the golfing world but it’s evident that his glory days are behind him. It pains me to say it but it’s time for the man to hang up his golf clubs and retire gracefully. Yes, I know, it’s like asking James Bond to trade in his Aston Martin for a mobility scooter but hear me out.
Woods’ recent Master’s performance was like watching a Shakespearean tragedy unfold on the fairways. Woods, once the undisputed King of Golf, now struggles to keep up with the young guns. His performance? Well, let’s just say it was as inspiring as a summer barbecue without sausages.
He finished at 16-over after shooting 304, his highest score as a professional. He shot five-over in his final round and finished last on the leaderboard of the 60 players who made the cut. Woods’ 11-over in the third round was his worst 18-hole score in 100 rounds at Augusta National.
Watching it was nothing short of painful. The third round was supposed to be another chapter in the fairytale of Woods’ comeback – it was the 24th consecutive time Woods made the cut at the Masters. Instead, it turned into a nightmare on Magnolia Lane. A front-nine collapse of biblical proportions left fans and commentators alike shaking their heads in disbelief.