Not only is Tiger returning, he’s returning at the Masters…in 3-D. The entire epic will be seen in eye-popping three dimensions. What could be more potent? The addition of smellvision?
Only the ancient Greeks produced bigger, more epic stories than Tiger’s return to the game of golf at the sport’s storied, stiff Augusta National. The most well-known athlete and celebrity in the world, a god among golfers, fell from his mountaintop and plunged into a pit of sin, lies, and humiliation. He has clawed his way out, sought forgiveness and endured searing introspection. And soon he will step alone onto the first tee of the rest of his career and life, then lift his face and look the game straight in the eye. I wonder what he’ll see. I wonder what we’ll see.
We can’t wait to find out. The buzzing audience is already filling the theatre three weeks before the curtain rises on the big show. Tiger is backstage, drying his palms.
During Masters week, will he hang his head and apologize again? I think not. Will he ultimately blow up at the accumulation of gallery jibes and worse? Steve, his caddy, might. I hear he’s going to be taking names.
Will the media be sated on the pound of flesh they carve out of the event? My suggestion–bring a sandwich.