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Yesterday, a little Ayrshire lad called Blair, in a stew of excitement at suddenly seeing Tiger Woods stride right past him, swallowed hard and decided to ask the great man for his autograph.
"Sure," said Woods, whipping the cap off the lad's head and scrawling his name all over it. Woods did what all the great golfers (except Phil Mickelson) do in these situations, which is adopt a simultaneous walking and signing policy so that their progress isn't impeded. "I can't believe it!" said Blair, lovingly fingering his cap. "It's unbelievable, it's magic." So at least one little boy was happy in Troon yesterday. If only golfing happiness for Woods himself could be so easily had.See the full content of this document
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There May Be a Tiger Storm but There Is No Longer Any Tiger Reign; Graham Spiers Tries to Divine Why a Golfing Great No Longer Poses a Major Threat
This is a dark age for Tiger, as everyone recognises, perhaps even including Woods himself, though he is loathe to admit it. Yesterday he shot a level-par 71 to stay at one-under in the Open and, for the ninth successive time in a major stretching back to the US PGA Championship of August 2002,...
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