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"  When Tiger Woods stood up this last weekend at Bay Hill for the first time in three and a half years, he did it the old fashioned way. His way. By creating fear. Enough so, that the field appeared convinced to not get anywhere near him or his lead. Keep in mind, this is the new generation of golfers he smacked; young kids, who supposedly have the tools and the grit to play without fear against Tiger, ever since he was broken by scandal and all. Fearless little guys with huge drivers, lanky Euros with tight pants, trendsetters with ugly hats. Tiger put his barber sign up again: he cuts heads. People played like they knew it. When Tiger Woods went down \u2014 the angry wife, the knee, the strippers, the divorce, choose your poison \u2014 he left behind a generation of PGA golfers who had let him live inside their heads like some Star Trek earworm for a decade or more. They best distinguished themselves by issuing reliable, respectful, and dutifully homespun wisdom every time Tiger chopped them up in one major or another, and cashing their second place checks. When Tiger puffed his chest, men lay down like it was naptime at the Church preschool. Good golfers, too. Great ones. Agreeable enough people. But what a bunch of pussycats. They couldn&amp;#039;t dislodge him from a final round lead, and never even strung together much of a rush at the lead when Tiger was out front. Half the fun of watching Tiger really savage the field in a major in those days, was watching the various fashions in which he made the men he played against \u2014 the world&amp;#039;s greatest golfers to be sure \u2014 look so guileless, without a clue, utterly incapable of fighting back. He made smart men into fools and cowards, and he lived everyday with a smirk on his face. Now he&amp;#039;s 37, his hair receding, and, when hatless, he looks a little bit like some washed out villain from Scooby-Doo. But on the course, wearing the Sunday red, with his cap down low, he looks his old self. He&amp;#039;s back, and what&amp;#039;s most evident is, they know it. Even if you only tuned in at the very end, you could see evidence of that much. Tiger answered Rickie Fowler&amp;#039;s long putt on 12 with a better one that he marched upon as it fell. That birdie from the bunker on 16, after Fowler dropped a seven iron in the green-side pond \u2014 twice? Tiger bombed his shot, old school, big swing from a fairway bunker to the center of the green. Two-putt birdie. It was a dagger in the heart of a field that he&amp;#039;d already bled out. And the 77-foot par putt on the 18th, the one that he rolled to within an inch? That was no lag. He was trying to make it, looking to amuse himself. Tiger didn&amp;#039;t care about anyone else at that moment. Which of course marks the moment he returned to Number 1 Golfer in the World and became himself once again after all that time. Playing by himself, for himself, and scaring the rest of them silly. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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