Back in April, after 36 holes of uninspiring golf, I wrote that Tiger Woods' Green Jacket Dreams would have to wait another year. I wasn't trying to be contrarian, or get the torch and pitchfork crowd adequately riled (I'm the biggest Tiger apologist I know), it was just that history suggested that Woods wasn't winning the Masters after a pedestrian 70-72 start. It was too much to overcome, even for the world No. 1. Here's what I wrote at the time: "Woods averaged an opening round 72.5, but followed with a 70 in Round 2. In his four Masters victories, the numbers are even more staggering: 71, on average, on Thursday; 66.8 on Friday. ... Woods has carded Thursday-Friday rounds in the 70s on seven occasions at Augusta, and has finished no better than second."
Tiger played the weekend in 70-68 and tied for sixth place.
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