When I'm 66 feet away from the pin with three strokes to par, I'm generally daydreaming. In those rare instances when I'm 66 feet away from the pin with three strokes to par in real life, I'm weighing the difference between my wedge and my 9-iron. But then again, I'm not Tiger Woods.
Tiger pulls out his putter and sinks it for an eagle. With a blown-out knee. Then five holes later, he does it again, for another eagle, from 50 feet away with the hole on the edge of a slope so steep it must have looked like a cliff. For his efforts, Tiger tied Rocco Mediate, and got an eighteen-hole playoff against Mediate today. With a blown-out knee.
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