Charlie is sad, so sad. Tiger looked bad, so bad. Well, not as bad as Luke Donald (+2), Phil Mickelson (+3), Vija Singh (+3), Jim Furyk (+4), or Ernie Els (+5), but not as good as Rory McIlroy, Boy Wonder, or the other nine who finshed ahead of him in the PGA.
Charlie is shocked and open-eyed at all these weekend failures of Tiger's. When, oh when, will his hero return? No one seems to know. Certainly not Tiger. The problem as Charlie and I see it is in his confidence or lack thereof with the putter. Youth assumes every putt will go in; middle age begins to doubt; and old age knows damn well that nothing is going in. Tiger seems to be lacking his youthful optimism, and is beginning to doubt his stroke. Too many pulls and too many pushes, too many mis-reads. Charlie wants to cry.
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